歌词
Out on the road 200 days a year
Blowing smoke and grinding gears
My bones are aching from this northern cold
Baby's crying on the telephone
Mama says I been gone too long
This whiskey I been drinking alone is sure getting old
This old highway don't seem to end
Counting the days 'til I'm home again
Bus wheels turning from town to town
I wish I could set this circus down
I've had enough, I'm punching out
'Cause this old thing is headed south
Headed south
One more night at the eight days inn
I need to hold my baby again
These four damn walls are closing in on me
I'm packing my bags just to pack 'em again
Don't want you to see the shape I'm in
I could sure use some shade from a live oak tree
This old highway don't seem to end
Counting the days 'til I'm home again
Bus wheels turning from town to town
I wish I could set this circus down
I've had enough, I'm punching out
'Cause this old boy is headed south
The Suwannee River, the Mason-Dixon
Her pretty face, all the things I'm missing
I'm headed south, headed south
This old highway's coming to an end
Today's the day I'm coming home again
Bus wheels coming right to my town
I just set this circus down
I've had enough, I'm punching out
I'm coming home, I'm headed south
Headed south, I'm headed south
Play it now
I'm headed, I'm headed south
Talk to me, boys
I'm blowing smoke, grinding gears
Man, my bones are aching, I'm headed south
Ooh, I'm headed south, I'm headed south
Oh, I'm headed south
