Ain't Looking Back

Heading to Boston in the morn Got my suitcase packed but I could've sworn You were on your way Guitar on my back a grin on my mouth I ain't ever looking back to the south I'm a fool for ever wanting to stay Cuz Alabama is in my past Where those memories will forever last The train rolls on and My blues go away Pulled up the station bout a quarter past nine Not a dime in my pocket cuz my money ran dry Oh good lord what can I do Conductor said miss you gotta get out We're heading back to the south The train rolled away my suitcase with it too I walked the streets, I begged and cried Someone please give me a ride They walked right past me and went on their way This place here they ain't that nice No smiles or laughs just cold as ice I can never call this home Where am I going what am I gonna do The south never hurt me it was always you I can believe you made me run away Will this misery forever last Now I know I gotta act fast I grab my guitar and I start to play Started out with a nickel or two Now I'm making some cash playing my blues Life's looking up after all Got a cab with the rest of my dimes Started off down the line I ride the train one last time Cuz Alabama is where I'm from If I see you there you better run Cuz now I'm going home for good If you ain't left you'd wished you would The train rolls on and my blues go away