Testo Flying South

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 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 Way back home in Nashville Tennessee With the Nashville Brass is where I wanna be