Southbound Blues

No need to ask me why I'm packing my clothes
No need to ask me why I'm packing my clothes
I'm going to leave you mama and I really don't care who knows

Now I used to love you but now I'm getting tired of your kind
Now I used to love you but I'm getting tired of your kind
I'm going down south just to see what I can find

Now I may miss you but I don't think I will
I may miss you mama but I don't think I will
I'm going to get me a new woman to love me till I get my fill

Yes, I’m gonna leave you mama
Yes and I’m going down south
Yeah, I mean I’m gonna ride that Dixie
Yes, it’s too bad mama
I’m gonna leave you baby
Fare you well goodbye

You mistreated me mama, you would not treat me nice and sweet
You mistrеated me mama, you would not treat mе nice and sweet
So I'm going down south, shake this dust of this town off my feet