| Song Length |
4:02 |
Genre |
Rock - Classic |
Lyrics
South 13
Bill Gaunce
She lives with her mama
Out on South 13
Where the cotton bails plug holes
In the front door screen
Young boys on the corner
flip through girlie magazines
Their little minds are dirty
But their little souls are clean
Driving as the sun is just about to set
riding shotgun on my right
as it fades in the west
I could use a bite to eat, some rest,
You know what I mean
But I'm away out here
Way out here on South 13
I'm trying to find a woman
Who lives up on a hill
She wrote her number on a napkin
reading "Welcome to Brazil"
I called a hundred times
Got the same ol' drill
Phone's disconnected
Unpaid bill
I pass greasy spoons and Dew Drop Inns
Then a neon sign that's green, flashing
Cold Beer, Topless Girls right here
at Betty's Roadside Scene
I knew I was in trouble
Just a stranger in-between
I'm way out here
Way out here on South 13
Well I'm Lookin' for the girl
who lives on the hill
Her mama chews tobacco
and her papa runs a still
Gonna eat, gonna drink
gonna have a little fun
everything is chill
Just put away the gun son
Well I hit the damn ground runnin'
There ain't no lookin' back
They took off out the front door
I slipped out the back
I must've run 5 miles or more
through the briars to the ravine
that led me to a path
to the hill just off 13
And there she stood before me
Just like in a dream
The prettiest girl
I'd ever seen
We lived happy ever after
You know where we'll be
Way down. way way way down South 13
Way Down South 13