Headin’ South Songtext
von Thrush Hermit

Oh my god, it′s a crying shame
How my baby is turning out
She wraps herself all up in arms
And shakes her pretty self about

It's with a girlish sneer and a snotty nose
She′s got her everywhere she goes
It's the way she's turning out
So I guess that we′ll be headin′ south

East side, west side, turn me on
Set the stars and clouds askew
Crazy times call for crazy minds
So I guess that we'll be loving you


And I′ll be up all night until the crack of dawn
But one more second and I'll be gone
It′s the way shе's turning out
So I guess that we′ll be hеadin' south

I'll be headin′ south

Back to the middle, harsh and reserved
Whispered in hushed tones
Get me the advice columnist
On your cellular telephone
And I′ll be up all night until the crack of dawn
But one more second and I'll be gone
And if you′re clean and clear with no trace of fear
You know that we could get it on