Southland

These mountains and the hills are the cradle and the grave
Of many a lonesome song
And the hearth fire sings a lullaby that lasts all winter long
Tell me what do keep in your cupboard, where do you find your peace
In the stillness of your solitude set your mind at ease

I’d rather be in the southland where the weather is fine
I’ll be rocking on the front porch all summer long
On into the evening time
Where the wicked and the righteous
Walk hand in hand
And the ways of the wayfaring stranger
Are gonna lead you to the promise land

Now the head of the angels of North Carolina
Came and spoke to me, said I’m gonna share some thoughts with you
Underneath a walnut tree
Now it’s been a long time since my rest was restful traveling around this world
And my lust for comfort has been stripped away by the talons of little blue bird

I’d rather be in the southland where the weather is fine
I’ll be rocking on the front porch all summer long
On into the evening time
Where the wicked and the righteous
Walk hand in hand
And the ways of the wayfaring stranger
Are gonna lead you to the promise land

I’d rather be in the southland where the weather is fine
I’ll be rocking on the front porch all summer long
On into the evening time
Where the wicked and the righteous
Walk hand in hand
And the ways of the wayfaring stranger
Are gonna lead you to the promise land
And the ways of the wayfaring stranger
Are gonna lead you to the promise land