Flyin' South Songtext
von Hank Locklin

Winter′s gone and summertime's a coming and where I am ain′t where I wanna be
I can hear my southern home a calling and it's calling out the old wild goose and me
Flying flying south to Dixie Lord I been so lonesome and alone
Stayin' ain′t no use because my heart′s an old wild goose
And tomorrow I'll be flying south and home
[ Brass ]
I′ve got kids and kin down in Kentucky I've got lots of aunts in Alabam
Mom′s a waitin' down in Mississippi and my sist′s in Carolina's honey land Grandma and grandpa's down in Georgia and my Tootsie′s back in Tennessee
There′s a little part of southland in my heart
And honey in the south is where I wanna be
[ Brass ]
Way back home in Nashville Tennessee
[ Brass ]
With the Nashville Brass is where I wanna be