The bossman thinks I need this job, he thinks I need it bad
But to hang around and work for him, I’d be stark raving mad
He calls me names that I don’t like, he does it just for show
One evening when the whistle blows, I swear I’ll up and go
Two weeks ago, my lease was due, I think the bossman lied
I’m mad as hell, can’t take no more, I think it’s time to ride
Well, I know her destination, this train is Dixiebound
She’ll cross the Mason-Dixon and I’ll be on Southern ground
Well, I’ve grown tired of icy winds and this blowin’ snow
No man should have to work this hard to make so little dough
“You think the grass is greener, boy?” еach day he runs his mouth
I know it’s true, I’m tellin’ you, tonight I’m hеadin’ south
Well, I hear the fishin’s good this year down in the Florida Keys
I can feel the sand beneath my feet and smell that salty breeze
But what I’ll do for work, don’t know, I’ll live off of the land
If I can’t work, I’ll join the grass to sponge off of the sand
Well, I’ve grown tired of icy winds and this blowin’ snow
No man should have to work this hard to make so little dough
“You think the grass is greener, boy?” each day he runs his mouth
I know it’s true, I’m tellin’ you, tonight I’m headin’ south
Well, I’ve grown tired of icy winds and this blowin’ snow
No man should have to work this hard to make so little dough
“You think the grass is greener, boy?” each day he runs his mouth
I know it’s true, I’m tellin’ you, tonight I’m headin’ south
Yes, I know it’s true, I’m tellin’ you, tonight I’m headin’ south
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