Moonshine - King Hobo

Just when I thought that

It couldn’t get worse

Like out of nowhere

That fever got me

Oh lord hear me scream

Oh please help me out

I can’t go on like this

This pain wears me out

South, I’m going south

South, south of heaven

Pack my suitcase, I’m leaving home now

To meet my maker, bring my the moonshine

South, I’m going south

South, south of heaven

Hearing me holla!

Will see me dancing

You don’t bother

Me no more

Oh lord hear me scream

You can’t help out

I will keep on singing

Until the sun goes down

South, I’m going south

South, south of heaven

Pack my suitcase, I’m leaving home now

To meet my maker, bring my the moonshine

South, I’m going south

South, south of heaven