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Down Where The South Begins

by Billy Jones & Ernest Hare

on Down Where The South Begins / It Looks Like Rain (1924)

I'm going to take you home with me
How are we gonna get there?
Back home is where we ought to be
Where will we dig up the fare?
Stop kidding! I'm so blue and you're asking me riddles
Do you think you'll get home on talk?
I'll have you meet my ma and pa
Say, I just hate to walk

It's the end of roaming
I'm home-sweet-homing
Down where the south begins
It's the end of yearning
'Cause I'm returning
Down where the south begins
Boy, oh, boy, your ... were a-smiling
When you went away
Instead of joy, my troubles kept a-piling
More and more each day
Who do you always want to see?
Where do you always want to be
When you're all alone?
Who do you keep remembering?
Why do I always want to sing
"There's no place like home"?
There's a hush-a-bye-ing
Old lady crying
To wash away your sins
It's the end of worryin'
No more hurryin'
Down where the south begins

Why do we think the world is gay
Further and further away?
And why do we always long to stray
Further and further away?
When the short little miles become longer
Then you think of that last goodbye
I've known a million homesick pains
That's just why I sigh

It's the end of roaming
I'm home-sweet-homing
Down where the south begins
It's the end of yearning
'Cause I'm returning
Down where the south begins
Boy, oh, boy, your ... were a-smiling
When you went away
Instead of joy, my troubles kept a-piling
More and more each day
Who do you always want to see?
Where do you always want to be
When you're all alone?
Who do you keep remembering?
Why do I always want to sing
"There's no place like home"?
There's a hush-a-bye-ing
Old lady crying
To wash away your sins
It's the end of worryin'
No more hurryin'
Down where the south begins

It's the end of roaming
I'm home-sweet-homing
Down where the south begins
It's the end of yearning
'Cause I'm returning
Down where the south begins
Boy, oh, boy, your ... were a-smiling
When you went away
Instead of joy, my troubles kept a-piling
More and more each day
Who do you always want to see?
Where do you always want to be
When you're all alone?
Who do you keep remembering?
Why do I always want to sing
"There's no place like home"?
There's a hush-a-bye-ing
Old lady crying
To wash away your sins
It's the end of worryin'
No more hurryin'
Down where the south begins