Southern Man
(Eric Lee Beddingfield)
This old dirty city is a far cry from home
Even on this crowded subway I still feel alone
There's always a big brown crowd hanging in the sky
Lord, it makes the soul of a southern man wanna lay down and die
It's easy to lose yourself on these fast moving streets
It ain't hard for trouble to find you in a town that never sleeps
I guess it took being gone to finally make me understand
I'm tired of running from myself... tired of running where I come from
Sick of people trying to tell me who I am
Chorus: I'm going back down to dixie land
I'm headed home
I'm going back down to dixie land
I'm headed home... I'm a southern man
I've seen one too many busy neon signs
I'd rather see the stars on the water where the catfish used to bite
So I'll try and catch the next plane as fast as I can
And pray to God they got one more seat for this here southern man
Eric Lee Beddingfield - Southern Man Lyrics
Eric Lee Beddingfield - Southern Man Lyrics
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Southern Man
(Eric Lee Beddingfield)
This old dirty city is a far cry from home
Even on this crowded subway I still feel alone
There's always a big brown crowd hanging in the sky
Lord, it makes the soul of a southern man wanna lay down and die
It's easy to lose yourself on these fast moving streets
It ain't hard for trouble to find you in a town that never sleeps
I guess it took being gone to finally make me understand
I'm tired of running from myself... tired of running where I come from
Sick of people trying to tell me who I am
Chorus: I'm going back down to dixie land
I'm headed home
I'm going back down to dixie land
I'm headed home... I'm a southern man
I've seen one too many busy neon signs
I'd rather see the stars on the water where the catfish used to bite
So I'll try and catch the next plane as fast as I can
And pray to God they got one more seat for this here southern man
(Eric Lee Beddingfield)
This old dirty city is a far cry from home
Even on this crowded subway I still feel alone
There's always a big brown crowd hanging in the sky
Lord, it makes the soul of a southern man wanna lay down and die
It's easy to lose yourself on these fast moving streets
It ain't hard for trouble to find you in a town that never sleeps
I guess it took being gone to finally make me understand
I'm tired of running from myself... tired of running where I come from
Sick of people trying to tell me who I am
Chorus: I'm going back down to dixie land
I'm headed home
I'm going back down to dixie land
I'm headed home... I'm a southern man
I've seen one too many busy neon signs
I'd rather see the stars on the water where the catfish used to bite
So I'll try and catch the next plane as fast as I can
And pray to God they got one more seat for this here southern man
Writer: Eric Beddingfield
Copyright: Lyrics © REBEL DAWG MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © REBEL DAWG MUSIC