Head south in the mornin':
Just take off with no warnin'
Tell your boss you need a change of scene
Head south if you're feelin',
Your homesick heart is reelin',
An' get yourself a bowl of butter beans

Anywhere east of the Rio Grande,
Get you a cane pole in your hand:
Fry a mess of fish up on the bank
You cross that Mason-Dixon line,
Leave your cares an' worries behind:
Sit out under a Willow tree an' think

Head south: are you listenin'?
You don't know what you're missin'
From Virgina shores to the Gulf of Mexico
Well, head south to Kentucky,
Blue Ridge Mountains if you're lucky
From the Florida Keys to the banks of the Ohio (Ohio)

You will feel the heart of Texas swing;
Dixieland down in New Orleans;
Delta blues on the side of a riverbank
Your Country Soul down in Tenessee;
An' that Mountain Music's all right by me
Hot Jambalaya, you're in the land of Hank

(Oh, hit it)
(Tickle that ivory, yeah, aw yeah)
(Mmm, mm, that's all right)
(Oh, yeah)

Head south, good God almighty,
Ain't the thought of it excitin'?
Crab cakes, corn bread, crawfish an' barbecyue
Head south, horn of plenty,
For the few an' the many
All the south is missin', man, is you, yeah
All the south is missin', man, is you
(Da, da, da Da, da, da)
Aw, hah