Tampa Bound en Blind Arthur Blake

I'm going back to tampa: To that girl I left behind
I'm going back to tampa: Just to kill my worried mind

Did you ever lie down at night: Thinking about your
Brown
You commence rolling and tumbling: I guess I'm tampa
Bound

The bridge washed out: The wire's all down
My gal is in the flood: And I'm tampa bound

I got up this morning: Put on my walking shoes
I'm going back to tampa: Just to kill my lowdown blues