Headed South

Headed south, baby
And I'm coming home to you
Headed south
And I'm coming home to you

You better straighten up, straighten up, straighten up, baby
Ain't no telling what I may do

I feel like I'm in a jungle
Rain coming down
Ain't nothing ever happened to me like this
As I've been around

I'm headed south
And I'm coming home to you
You better straighten up, straighten up
Straighten up, straighten up, baby
Ain't no telling what I may do

I think I got to blow my horn
I feel like snapping
My pistol in your face
I'm gonna let some lonesome graveyard
Be your resting place

I'm headed south
And I'm coming home to you
You better straighten up, straighten up, straighten up, baby
Ain't no telling what I may do

You know, the engineer blew the whistle
Fireman rang the bell
And there but three stops now, honey
Heaven or heaven or hell

You know, I'm headed south
And I'm coming, coming home to you
You better straighten up, straighten up, straighten up, baby
Ain't no telling, ain't no telling, ain't no telling what I may do