Liberty, laughing and shaking your head Can you carry the torch that'll bring home the dead? To the land of their fathers whose lives you have led To
Everything comes and goes marked by lovers and styles of clothes Things that you held high and told yourself were true Lost or changin' as the days come
It's all the same, same old town with a different name That's fine by me, there's only one place that I wanna be Southbound on I-5, windows down and
Ich konnt' jeden Tag von meinem Fenster aus nur den grauen Himmel seh'n darum beschloß ich dort auch irgendwann der Sonne entgegen zu geh'n. Auf
Southbound again I don't know if I'm going or leaving home Boy got to be moving Seems like the boy is bound to roam Southbound again got no money I've
(originally by Julie Gold) I'm sitting on a southbound train Staring at the sky I'm thinking of my childhood And I'm trying not to cry While a stranger
Driving south 'round midnight Man I must have been insane Driving south 'round midnight In a howling hurricane I stopped for an old man hitcher At a
Here in the city the measure is frozen Billboards are screaming nothing is real In every small town there's air you can breathe in It's not about the
Yeah don't you know I'm headed South I've got two things on my mind Yeah don't you know I'm headed Southbound I've got two things on my mind I need some
by Graham Nash Liberty laughing and shaking your head Can you carry the torch that'll bring home the dead? To the land of their fathers whose lives you
I'd be glad to stay right here with you Fact is, that is what I'd planned to But from that fool look on your face I think I'll head South to a warmer
Hear the clickety-clack on the railroad track Means the wheels are rollin' and I'm goin' back To the girl I left in a rundown shack I'm southbound As
Come on down and dance, If you get the chance, We're gonna steal on arrival. All I wanna know, Is how far you wanna go, Fighting for survival. Underneath
I'm sitting on a southbound train staring at the sky I'm thinking of my childhood and I'm trying not to cry While a stranger sleeps against me and it
I want to talk to folks back home again, to walk along a lonely country lane To spend some time with that woman of mine, heading south, heading south
There was a man whose memories were made up, Of nothing. He pushed the elevator button, and go home, To nothing. Yes his business had prospered but
The boom time it is over A ghost town is all that's here The gold rush it is over And depression days draw near So, tonight after sundown I'm gonna pack
(Travis Tritt/Charlie Daniels) Well she was born in a north woods town Twenty-one winters ago And she grew tired of the freezing cold And living in the