Feel the southern breezes   and the southern wind   blowin' down around this   dying land      D'Agostino's late last night I saw   a boy fifteen on the road   nothing in the pocket   his hand to the sky   nowhere else to go      Can you see it   or believe it   what's beyond east orange   and farther yet   come with me   I'll show you where the   dogwood's bloom it's true   lost n' found n' lost again   to the   Honeysuckle Blue      runnin' through these   caverns of gold   runs a river of death indeed   an old hotel serves as a   shelter for children   of the street      abandoned by the promised land   set sail on your own   how much longer   will the well   be dry for those   who roam      i got a ticket   in my pocket   to send the corner man   he's never been      have you ever seen the   blue ridge mountains boy   or the chatahoochee   to the Honeysuckle Blue