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