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When I die, Lord |
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Oh, won't You put my soul up on a train |
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Won't You send it southbound |
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Give a cool blues man name |
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'Cause I've been lost on them back roads |
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And many times, I've gone blind |
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Losing faith in my family |
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Had drew me out my damn mind |
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But on the south side of heaven |
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Won't You take me home |
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'Cause I've been broke down for so long |
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And Lord, it's getting cold |
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I've been a desperado in West Texas |
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For so long, Lord, I need a change |
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For ten long years |
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This old place ain't seen a drop of rain |
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Now the wind blows everyday, Lord |
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Oh, like a desert snow |
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Like a lost bound train |
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Running on cocaine and out of control |
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But on the south side of heaven |
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Won't You take me home |
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'Cause I've been broke down for so long |
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And Lord, it's getting cold |
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Long down the Louisiana byways |
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Lonesome highways roll on |
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Oh, won't You take me where the poor man lives |
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It's where I call my home |
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Can't you see that breeze |
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Nothing but a change in pace |
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Money can't buy my soul |
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'Cause it comes from a hard earned place |
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But on the south side of heaven |
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Won't You take me home |
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'Cause I've been gone for so long |
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And Lord, it's getting cold |
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But on the south side of heaven |
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Won't You take me home |
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'Cause I've been gone for so long |
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And Lord, it's getting cold |
