Somewhere South Of Macon
Jim Rushing/Mike Chapman
I cut my teeth in a cotton mill town somewhere south of Macon
Mama fed me a bottle from a moonshine still to wash down beans and bacon
Papa worked the night shift, Mama worked the day
Never dreaming one day I’d turn and walk away
Turn and walk away from that cotton mill town somewhere south of Macon
Mama told me not to let my pettycoat show north east south west of Macon
Don’t ever let my feelings show ‘cause it’d ruin my reputation
Took a walk in the woods one Sunday
The world turned dark and still
I first made love in a cotton mill town somewhere south of Macon
That mill town south of Macon still has a hold on me
My folks they feel forsaken
But me I’m feelin’ free
I’d rather roam and ramble and live until I die
Than to spend my life as a mill man’s wife, too tired to wonder why
Gonna slip into my Calico dress and down to the old bus station
Lay my hard earned dollar down for a one way destination
Gonna tell that midnight driver Mister, won’t you take it slow
While I wave farewell to that cotton mill town somewhere south of Macon
That mill town south of Macon still has a hold on me...