When I die, LordnOh, won't You put my soul up on a trainnWon't You send it southboundnGive a cool blues man namenn'Cause I've been lost on them back roadsnAnd many times, I've gone blindnLosing faith in my familynHad drew me out my damn mindnnBut on the south side of heavennWon't You take me homen'Cause I've been broke down for so longnAnd Lord, it's getting coldnnI've been a desperado in West TexasnFor so long, Lord, I need a changenFor ten long yearsnThis old place ain't seen a drop of rainnnNow the wind blows everyday, LordnOh, like a desert snownLike a lost bound trainnRunning on cocaine and out of controlnnBut on the south side of heavennWon't You take me homen'Cause I've been broke down for so longnAnd Lord, it's getting coldnnLong down the Louisiana bywaysnLonesome highways roll onnOh, won't You take me where the poor man livesnIt's where I call my homennCan't you see that breezenNothing but a change in pacenMoney can't buy my souln'Cause it comes from a hard earned placennBut on the south side of heavennWon't You take me homen'Cause I've been gone for so longnAnd Lord, it's getting coldnnBut on the south side of heavennWon't You take me homen'Cause I've been gone for so longnAnd Lord, it's getting cold