Southbound Blues

No need to ask me, why I'm packing my clothes
No need to ask me, why I'm packing my clothes
I'm going to leave you mama, and I really don't care who knows

Now I used to love you, but now I'm getting tired of your kind
Now I used to love you, but I'm getting tired of your kind
I'm going down south, just to see what can I find

Now I may miss you, but I don't think I will
Now I may miss you mama,but I don't think I will
I'm going to get me a new woman, to love me till I get my fill

You mistreated me mama, you would not treat me nice and sweet
You mistreated me mama, you would not treat me nice and sweet
So I'm going down south, shake this dust of this town off my feet



Credits
Writer(s): Clarence Williams, W. R. Callaway
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