Jim Beam and the Coon Ass

I feel that south wind blowin It's tellin me to sin I hear that devil howlin Howlin for me to hear That's alright That's alright That's alright That's alright little mama That friend of mine, he don't bite I hear that bottle knockin Knockin at my door You left me up in Memphis Don't come around no more That's ok That's ok That's ok That's ok little mama That Goddamn bottle's here to stay Take me home Johnny Oh Son of a bitch I hear that city callin Callin me back home I hear that city callin It won't leave me alone That's alright That's alright That's alright That's alright little mama That steamer leaves tomorrow night That's alright little mama That steamer leaves tomorrow night Damn sure it do You piece of shit Sweet