Starin´ through a spiderweb where the windshield used to be What´s left of the dashboard, the smell of gasoline I can just make out one neon light south off through the trees
My feet took over walkin´ ´fore my mind caught up with me When I walked in my tab was already open My drink was poured and my cigarette was smokin´
Somebody said "Hey girl, where you been? Doncha know I been waitin´ for ya? "Got a band up there been dyin´ to play a little ´Devil Went Down to Georgia´ "Rest that trav´lin´ soul, looks like the road was long "Welcome to Southern Babylon"
Had to pull myself together and ask to use the phone The waitress smiled a wicked grin, it sent a chill right through my bone I said "I need to call the tow-truck, some way to move along"
She said, "Who you wanna call now that you´ve been called home?"
She said "Hey girl, where you been? Doncha know I been waitin´ for ya? "You got a band up there just dyin´ to play a little ´Hotel California´ "And maybe it´s not sinkin´ in, but you´ll learn to play along "Honey, you been gone since you walked into Southern Babylon"
"I´m not supposed to be here, bartender don´t you see? "I took a gig down in Atlanta and the brakes gave out on me" She said, "We know all about ya. It´s a little bit too late"
She handed me a guitar and pointed to the flames
"Hey girl, where you been? Doncha know I been waitin´ for ya? "You got a band up there just dyin´ to play a little ´Devil Went Down to Georgia´ "Rest that trav´lin´ soul, looks like the road was long "Welcome to Southern Babylon" Southern Babylon Welcome to Southern Babylon Welcome home