Grease in our hair, hands in our pockets
We stood and stared at cars goin' past
We placed our bets where they were headed
And held our ciggarettes like movie stars

Grandmother's hands hard from the garden
She had a plan for me to preach one day
She prayed for rain, she watched and she waited
And never complained when it did not fall

Southbound breeze is blowin'
This town ain't my home
You can slow me down, but I'm goin'
If I can turn this road I'm on...southbound

Stories I tell reek of nostalgia
And those that know me well have heard 'em all before
How far I've come, mostly I'm proud of
But where I'm comin' from is callin' me

Southbound breeze is blowin'
This town ain't my home.
You can slow me down, but I'm goin'
If I can turn this road I'm on...

Southbound...

You can slow me down, but I'm goin'.
If I can turn this road I'm on...
If I can turn this road I'm on...southbound

Southbound breeze is blowin'
This town ain't my home
You can slow me down, but I'm goin'.
If I can turn this road I'm on...

Southbound...