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



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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



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Way back home in Nashville Tennessee



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With the Nashville Brass is where I wanna be