Bleu Edmondson - Southland lyrics

A.M. on Sunday and I'm walkin' real slow Keepin' time with the sunshine, I got no real place to go And it's cold down here, But I can't complain Standin' in the breeze of a Slow movin' train, In the Southland That man from Alabam' Told me where he'd been, He said he'd gone all around the world Till he made it back home again He said I'll tell you somethin', son, As sure as here I stand, Said I don't know much, but I know this The lord smiles on Dixieland. Keep on truckin' Kentucky mile Fall in love with a delta smile Sweet Georgia peach gonna gimme some Slam down that hammer, boy, and watch me run, Through the Southland Now I don't fall in love Cause you know I got a ramblin' way I blame it on the street survivors Them boys from F L A So watch your feet pretty mama, See if they shuffle around Come get real close to me I'll tell ya what's goin' down In the Southland Keep on truckin' Kentucky mile Fall in love with a bayou smile Sweet Georgia peach is gonna gimme some, Slam down that hammer, boy, and watch me run, Through the Southland Hey, hey in the Southland Now just north of my hometown I got some friends you see Them boys from Oklahoma Getting' high on southern revelry Keep the campfires burnin' Don't worry if I'm not there I come creepin' up quick, with a smile on my face Baby's got pine needles in her hair That's how we do it in the Southland Now everybody get up, stand up Get up get up in the Southland Everybody get up Proud people proud people in the Southland Won't ya come on take a ride Mama's in the kitchen, Daddy's in the field, we aint got nothin' to hide In the Southland...