South of the border, down Mississippi way
Born on the delta, where the blues men play
Out on the road, just doin� my time
When I come home, I wanna be with my kind

Mamma calls me baby, daddy says son
That ain�t no name for a man on the run
Stick to your guns, and you surely win
Open up your mouth, and let the moonshine in

Hang time, down in the neighborhood
Well it�s hang time, I�m hangin� with my family and friends

Well grab my little honey for a little doe-se-doe
Cut myself a slice O�rug, on the dance floor
Come on everybody, lets have a good time
Pack up all your troubles, and leave �em behind

Winter, spring, summer, on into the fall,
Any type of weather, it don�t matter at all
Down on the street corners, you will find
Where everybody�s hangin�, hangin�

Now it might be sentimental, but I don�t care
I know it�s something that we all share
Mamma�s good cookin� makes you feel at home,
You give the dog a bone

Now out in the driveway, I hear the engines roar
My road dog buddy�s, say it�s time for some more
When it�s all over, and my work is through
Pack it up honey, I�m comin� home to you

Cause it�s hanging time, down in my neighborhood
Lord it�s hang time, I�m hangin� with my family and friends
Lord it�s hang time, down in my neighborhood
Yes it�s hanging time
I�m hangin� with my family and friends
Oh yeah, I am hanging
Well I�m hanging
I am hanging, hangin� with my family and friends