Jim Beam And The Coon Ass

I feel that south wind blowin'
 Its telling me a sin
 I hear that devil howlin'
 Howlin' on me again
 But that's alright
 That's alright, that's alright
 That's alright little mama
 That friend o'mine your mine
 I hear that bottle knockin'
 Knockin' at my door
 He left me up in Mempville
 Don't come around no more
 But that's OK
 That's OK, that's OK
 That's OK little mama
 That goddamn bottles here to stay
 Take me home Johnny!
 I hear that city callin'
 Callin' me back home
 I hear that city callin'
 It won't leave me alone
 But 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!
 You piece of shit...