Somewhere Down South

I hear a lonely whistle callin'
callin' out my name
I hear a lonely whistle callin'
beltin' out my name

Now somewhere down South
there is a little house
Somewhere deep down South
there is a little house

The kiddies be steppin'
steppin' along that long lonely way
those little kiddies be steppin'
steppin' steppin' down lonely ways

(bluesy trumpet riff)

I'm hearin' that whistle blowin'
callin' out my name
that lonely whistle callin'
tellin' people 'bout my shame
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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