Jim Beam And The Coon Ass

I feel that south wind blowin
It's tellin me to sin
I hear that devil howlin
Howlin for me to hear
That's alright
That's alright
That's alright
That's alright little mama
That friend of mine, he don't bite

I hear that bottle knockin
Knockin at my door
You left me up in Memphis
Don't come around no more
That's ok
That's ok
That's ok
That's ok little mama
That Goddamn bottle's here to stay

Take me home Johnny
Oh
Son of a bitch

I hear that city callin
Callin me back home
I hear that city callin
It won't leave me alone
That's alright
That's alright
That's alright
That's alright little mama
That steamer leaves tomorrow night
That's alright little mama
That steamer leaves tomorrow night
Damn sure it do
You piece of shit
Sweet