I've swung through the concrete jungle many a time or two I've had all kinds of trouble with some folks, yes, it's true Once I start talking, and they get amused Start making all kinds of judgments, thinking I'm a fool Calm yourself down, mister, I ain't planning on sticking around I only wanna play my music, then I'm heading back down south I've been to London, Ireland, and Germany I've had folks that would shake my hand, and some that hated me Good ones and bad ones, most folks, they are fine But most folks are nicer to me south of the Mason-Dixon Line All this hustling, and running and gunning, jumping from town to town It's been real nice to see your city, but Lord, I'm heading back down south South Alabama is where I belong That place got a hook in me, so I can't stay gone long LA is pretty and Denver is pretty fun My boots are aching, Momma, for a taste of some Georgia mud Calm yourself down, people, you know I can't hang around I got a pretty wife waiting, and I'm heading back down south I'm headed back down south That's where I'm going I'm gonna go That's where I'm going I'm on my way Lord, I gotta go Oh, I gotta go I gotta go I said, "I'm gonna go." I'm headed back down south I'm headed back down south I'm headed back down south I'm headed back down south
