I think of going south for the winter
It's getting mighty cold
I watch the fire glow
The moon shining across the snow
Maybe Florida or Mexico
Is where I ought to go
Somewhere where everything is green
Oh, a change of scene
Might do me good
Well, this world is good
Well, this world is good
When they leave Capistrano
Fly away so gracefully
Maybe that's for me
Snowdrifts blowing up against my door
Going clear up to the roof
I could be lying on some sun-washed floor
The truth is
Don't know what I'm waiting for
Think I'm going south
For the winter
It's getting mighty cold
I watch the fire glow
The moon shining across the snow
Maybe Florida or Mexico
Is where I ought to go
Maybe Florida or Mexico

Maybe Florida or Mexico

It's getting mighty cold
Sound of the border
Sound of the border
I think I'm going south
I think I'm going south
Get my life in order
I think I'm going south
I think I'm going south
For the winter
For the winter
For the winter


It's getting mighty cold.