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Hank Locklin - Flying South lyrics
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 [ brass ] 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 [ brass ] Way back home in Nashville Tennessee [ brass ] With the Nashville Brass is where I wanna be |
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