There's fog up on the mountain
Frost is clingin' to the ground
Days keep gettin' shorter
You know, the winter's comin' 'round
This sure ain't the promised land
And I ain't hangin' 'round
I'm packin' up my traveling bag,
And checkin' out of town
Put me on that Delta Line,
Been gone too long my honey
Now I'm goin' home where I should be
Whistle blow for Vicksburg
Not too far to go
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) Hey mama, dust my room now,
(Shooop, shoooop, yeah) Plump up the comforter on my bed