Flying South — текст песни (Hank Locklin)

Winter`s gone and summertime`s a coming and where I am ain`t where I wanna be
I can hear my southern home a calling and it`s calling out the old wild goose and me
Flying flying south to Dixie Lord I been so lonesome and alone
Stayin` ain`t no use because my heart`s an old wild goose
And tomorrow I`ll be flying south and home
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I`ve got kids and kin down in Kentucky I`ve got lots of aunts in Alabam
Mom`s a waitin` down in Mississippi and my sist`s in Carolina`s honey land
Grandma and grandpa`s down in Georgia and my Tootsie`s back in Tennessee
There`s a little part of southland in my heart
And honey in the south is where I wanna be
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Way back home in Nashville Tennessee
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With the Nashville Brass is where I wanna be