When I was fifteen I dreamed of leaving my home. I had to see the world. And live like a rolling stone. I heard California was paved in gold. So I hopped on that train. It didn't come easy. But I keep thinkin' bout. The green grass and missing my home. Take me back to my southern ways. Where I can be myself and live another day. Take me back to my southern ways. Where the tall pines blow and the southern winds kiss my face. Oh southern grace. Me and my boys started a band. Practiced everyday out on the Hell House land. Played every honky tonk and this ol' bar. To sing about ol' Bama. We were just simple men. The music is forever. and the songs will never ever end. Take me back to my southern ways. Where I can be myself and live another day. Take me back to my southern ways. Where the tall pines blow and the southern winds kiss my face. Oh take me back!. I sit here thinkin' about those days. I wouldn't change a thing about my life today. Ain't it funny how time sure flies. 'Cause all I ever wanted and needed. was you. Take me back to my southern ways. Where I can be myself and live another day. Take me back to my southern ways. Where the tall pines blow and the St. John's flows and only God. He knows and those southern winds kiss my face. por GM