There's fog up on the mountain

Frost is clinging to the ground

Days keep getting shorter

You know, the winter's coming 'round

This sure ain't the promised land

And I ain't hanging 'round

I'm packin' up my traveling bag

And checking out of town



Put me on that Delta Line

Little Egypt to the sea

And find me some fine southern girl

To keep me company

Churning down the river

Magnolia on the breeze

And I'll embrace my bayou belle

Gentle as you please



Been gone too long my honey

Now I'm going home

Where I should be



Whistle blow for Vicksburg

Not too far to go

I'm taking off these northern boots

And settin' free my toes

'Gators on the muddy shore

Smile as if to say

Welcome back to Louisiana, boy

Hope you're home to stay



Been gone too long my honey

Now I'm goin' home

Where I should be



(shoot, shoot, yeah)

Hey mama, dust my room now

(shoot, shoot, yeah)

Plump up the comforter on my bed

(shoot, shoot, yeah)

Well I say now, slay the fasted food now

(shoot, shoot, yeah)

And tell me everything the neighbor said

(shoot, shoot, yeah)

I'm going to swallow my pride

(shoot, shoot, yeah)

And pick it up and pack it in

(shoot, shoot, yeah)

Well, I'm going back to that southern pride

(shoot, shoot, yeah)

And down back the bourbon, and give up gin

(shoot, shoot, yeah)

And I see it on the back of my hand

(shoot, shoot, yeah)

And I'll say goodbye to frigidaire

(shoot, shoot, yeah)

And I'll say see you later to [?]

(shoot, shoot, yeah)

Don't recommend a thing I learned

(shoot, shoot, yeah)

Well I'm going home to the stars and bars

(shoot, shoot, yeah)

Well this great old city just looks like Mars