Lyrics

I remember last January
Colder than a cemetery
Freezin’ like a gravedigger
Lookin’ for some bones to bury
Mary passed the flask to me
Went down like a honey bee
Remember I was thinking I
Gotta get south of Tennessee

That's what I wanna be, a cowgirl in the sun
They're the ones that have all the fun, all those cowgirls in the sun

I heard that on the southern coast
There's cowboys by the bucket load
All you do is wink and throw
A sun siesta on your boat
So put me in the passin’ lane
And rock me like a hurricane
Land me where the midnight air
Is sweeter than the sugar cane

Soon it became February
Fishin in the estuary
Nothin’ here is bitin’ but the
Cold wind thru the winterberry
Soon I came to understand
Gotta be a better plan
Pack up your belongings
And get down to the southern land