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Well I woke up this morning when the cold Chicago windBlew my newspaper blanket off my backThrough my dirty broken window the grey sun filtered inAs I dreamed about the Southbound railroad trackI could almost hear the crickets in a sleepy cotton fieldAs daddy drove our vagon to VirginBut today I'd give a fortune for a twenty five cent mealAnd I wish I was a country boy againSo let me ride on the SouthboundBack to where I came from I don't care or where I amSo let me ride on the Southbound and put me off somewhere near BirminghamWhat happened to my vision of a mansion on a hillAnd the fame and fortune I came here to winI've got nothing but the roaches running cross my window sillAnd I wish I was a country boy againSo let me ride From Letras Mania