SOUTH FOR THE
WINTER
Words & Music by
Jim Rainho
The dazzlin' bright New York city
lights called me here
Where I've been working at ev'ry kind of job for about a year
And now I'm getting homesick, and there's a girl and I miss her
So when the birds fly, so will I, be heading SOUTH FOR THE WINTER.
Where there's no snow, and just
soft breezes blow
Anyway it seems that way to me
And where homes are real, not just towers of steel
In my little town in Tennessee.
The dazzlin' bright New York city
lights will call again
And like a big fool I'll answer their call again.
The fame and fortune that I'm seeking will have to wait until
next time
'Cause when the birds fly, so will I, be headin' SOUTH FOR THE
WINTER.
Where there's no snow.......cont.
©1960 - 1980 -2005 James Rainho