Well, I feel that south wind blowin'
And it's telling me to sin
I hear that devil howlin'
Howlin' at me again
Well, that's alright
Well, that's alright, that's alright
Well, that's alright, little mama
That friend of mine, he don't bite
Well, I hear that whiskey bottle
It's knockin' at my door
"You left me up in Memphis
Don't come around no more"
Well, that's alright
Well, that's alright, that's alright
Well, that's alright, little mama
That goddamn bottle's here to stay
Ooh, come on now
Well, I hear that city callin'
It's callin' me back home
I hear that Dixie whistling
And it won't leave me alone
Well, that's alright
Well, that's alright, that's alright
Well, that's alright, little mama
That steamboat leaves tomorrow night
Well, that's alright, little mama
These colors won't run tonight
That's right