Homeward Bound

When I was trying to think of a song that would be the perfect song of the south, I couldn't find one that fit well. Since I have lived in the city in the South for my whole life it is hard for me to pick a song about the South that is filled with cotton picking, and dirt roads. This is not at all the life I have lived in the South. The first song that came to mind was the song "Sweet Southern Comfort" by Buddy Jewell. 

Misty sunrise in my hometown
Rows of cotton 'bout knee high
Mrs. Baker down the dirt road
Still got clothes out on the line

Irwin Nichols there with Judge Lee
Playin' checkers at the gin
When I dream about the southland
This is where it all begins from

Carolina down to Georgia
Smell the jasmine and magnolia
Sleepy sweet home Alabama
Roll tide roll
Muddy water Mississippi
Blessed Graceland whispers to me
Carry on, carry on
Sweet southern comfort, carry on

I don't feel that I have hardly any connection to that song--one of the quintessential songs about the south. When I "dream about the southland" I don't dream of cotton gins, or clothes hanging out on a line. I dream of debutante balls, and private schools, and big houses with even bigger yards that are great for playing frisbee in. No song encompasses everything that I know about the South. So, I chose a different song that expressed less of my life in the South, but more my life in the south. I chose this one: 

This is how I feel whenever I leave home. I want to go back because "every person's face I see reminds me that I long to be homeward bound." Even though I go to school here in Nashville, the place I have lived my whole life, I still long to be homeward bound.