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There's fog up on the mountain  
Frost is clingin' to the ground  
Days keep gettin' shorter  
You know the winter's comin' 'round  
This sure ain't the promised land  
And I ain't hangin' 'round  
I'm packin' up my traveling bag  
And checkin' out of town  
Put me on that Delta Line  
Little Egypt to the sea  
And find me some southern girl  
To keep me company             
Churnin' down the river  
Magnolia on the breeze  
And I'll embrace my bayou belle  
Gentle as you please  
     
Been gone too long my honey  
Now I'm goin' home where I   should be  
                  
                    
Whistle blow for Vicksburg  
Not too far to go        
I'm takin' off these northern boots  
And settin' free my toes       
Gator's on the muddy shore  
Smile as if to say   
Welcome back to Louisiana boy  
Hope your home to stay  
Been gone too long my honey  
Now I'm goin' home where I should be  
(Shooop shoooop yeah) Hey mama dust my room now  
(Shooop shoooop yeah) Plump up the comforter on my bed  
(Shooop shoooop yeah) Well I say now slay the fattest food now  
(Shooop shoooop yeah) And tell me everything the neighbor said  
(Shooop shoooop yeah) I'm going to swallow my pride  
(Shooop shoooop yeah) And pack it up and pack it in  
(Shooop shoooop yeah) Well I'm goin' back to that southern pride  
(Shooop shoooop yeah) And down the bourbon and give up Gin.

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