Way down southnwhere water turns to winenbut we don't settlencause there's whiskey in the rainnWay down southnwhere the skylines are built of steeples and fit for heavennbut they welcome every man.nI won't talk about the weathernif you ride that airplane straight back home to menyeah, I could listen to you breathingnand forget everything.nnDon't go waiting for the clouds outsidento show a little rainnbut it if takes rain I'll beg Jesus Christnto flood the world again.nI wish I could singnI wish I could singnbut I just run my mouthnMore than anythingnI wanna go south.nnWay down southnthere's a prophet ntelling young boys not to settlenthere's poison in the rain.nWay down southnthere's a preacher staring at the burning skynsaying the fire will save us yetnI won't talk about forevernyou'll just ask me why that airplanes fly nand ships don't sink.nyeah I won't feel like I am home again.ntill you and I are dancingnnWhile you were waiting on that ledge outsidenthe crowds are gatheringnbut all they're looking for is one more songnthey love to hear you sing.nI wish I could singnI wish I could singnbut I just run my mouthnmore than anything I wanna go south.nni always told you you could talk me downnbut you never said a thingni was just choosing to believe them when they saynoh, we love to hear you singnI wish i could bensomething better than menbut i just run my mouthnmore than anythingni want to go south