Goin' Back South - C.W. Stoneking

Now the last thing I remember

I was ridin' a V8 car

Leaned out the window

To grab me a breath of air

I heard a screech o' tyre

And there shined a bright light

Next thing, I was 'way in Heaven

Dressed all in white

I don’t know why

But here I am

They told me

I’m a do-right man

And said, «Go forth and live, like a Latter-Day.»

But I don’t belong here

An' Lord know, I can’t stay

I’m goin' back South

I’m goin' back South

I’m goin' back South

Goin' back to my home

Lord I got lots unfinished business

Back home waitin' for me

Got a wife, an four little children

Mourn for my company

So what’s it all about

You shuttin' me 'way like that?

Can’t you see I got place I got to be

An' please, send me back

I ain' never 'on be

Fit for no starry crown

All of my yesterday’s plans

Is laid on that ol' borrowed ground

But if you’s seein' fit anyway

Make up my dyin' bed

Give me six cold feet of earth an' clay

To rest this lonesome head

I’m goin' back South

I’m goin' back South

I’m goin' back South

Goin' back to my home