IM going south (feat. Vince Giordano & the nighthawks)

Heres just an old time story
One that youve heard before
I left my mammys fine caress
To search the world for happiness
The things I left behind me
Were the things I sought in vain
Feelin blue, weary too
Im going home again
Yes sir
Im goin South
Taste the sugar cane right in my mouth
Everything is sweeter way down South
Where I spent my happy days
I hear the rustling corn
Birdies singing in the early morn
In the little town where I was born
Down in Alabamy way
I jump and picture black Joe
With his old banjo
Hes strumming a tune
That old quartet I can hear them yet
Singing 'By The Silvery Moon'
Theyve got sink a pack
Still out there by the little shack
Theres nobody gona hold me back
Im going South
Yes sir, yes sir
South, South, thats where Im going
Taste the sugar cane right in my mouth
Everything is sweeter when Im South
Where I spent my happy days
I hear the rusting corn
And the little birdies singing in the early morn
In the little town where I was born
Down in Alabamy, down in Alabamy way
Oh listen, cant you hear black Joe
Come on Joe play me that tune
Theres my mammy old and gray
She singing 'On A Silvery Moon'
Look, look, look people
I aint got nothin to pack
I dont even own the clothes on my back
But mammy Im coming back
Im a going South