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