Lyrics:
Keep on riding North and West
Then circle South and East
Show me beauty, but there is no peace
For the ghost rider
Shadows on the road behind
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"South Beautiful"
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was written in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against
a hotel room in New York city 'round about the time a friend or ours, Little Steven, was putting together a record of artists against apartheid, this is
in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against apartheid
My window faces the South
I'm almost halfway to heaven
Snow is falling, still I can see
Fields of cotton calling to me
My window faces
My window faces the South,
I'm almost halfway to heaven
Snow is falling, still I can see
Fields of cotton calling to me
My window faces
My window faces the South
I'm almost halfway to heaven
Snow is falling, still I can see
Fields of cotton calling to me
My window faces
Keep on riding North and West
Then circle South and East
Show me beauty, but there is no peace
For the ghost rider
Shadows on the road behind
Life gets thick
Tempers quick
Shatters my acoustical nerves
City to city, town to town
Running me ragged
Running right and wrong
Making music
young heiress
I’m gonna make her fall in love with me
And live the good life for free
Woah woah woah i’m gonna be an artist
We’ll take a trip to South
I want to talk to folks back home again, to walk along a lonely country lane
To spend some time with that woman of mine, heading south, heading
a hotel room in New York city
'Round about the time a friend or ours, little Steven,
Was putting together a record of artists against apartheid
This is
and they way they tore 'em all up
Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up
We coming from the
South (side), South (side)
South (side),
was written in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against
My window faces the South,
I'm almost halfway to heaven
Snow is falling, still I can see
Fields of cotton calling to me
My window faces
(Please commence shaking your south side)
(Diamonds on that beat)
(Feels good)
There ain't no place
It ain't goin' on
It's goin' around
Like
on riding North and West
Then circle South and East
Show me beauty, but there is no peace
For the ghost rider
Shadows on the road behind
Shadows on the road
South of the border, down Mexico way
That's where I fell in love, when the stars above, came out to play
And now as I wander, my thoughts ever
you're at
When it all goes south
When it all goes south
You'll be drivin' around on a John Deere tractor
When it all goes south
Wearing baseball
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