Goin’ Down South
Robert Lee Burnside – 1967

I’m going with you, babe, I’m going with you babe
I’m going with you, babe, I’m going with you baby
I don’t care where you go

Goin’ down South, I’m going down South
Goin’ down South, I’m going down South
Where the chilly wind don’t blow

I’d rather be dead, I’d be rather dead
I’d rather be dead, I’d be rather dead
Sleepin’ six feet in the ground

Some other man, some other man
Some other man, some other man
Always hangin’ around

Goin’, goin’, goin’, goin’
I don’t care where you go

I’m going with you, babe, I’m going with you babe
I’m going with you, babe, I’m going with you baby
I don’t care where you go