Katlyn Barnes - 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

Written by:
Katlyn Barnes

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