On a highway headed south somewhere to Dixie
Where the cotton blooms in spring and snow don't fly
I'm gonna rest these chilly bones in southern sunshine

And live where the weather's warm until I die
North Dakota you've got my better years Montana you've got five years of my life
But your subzero wind will never touch me again

Southern folks can't live on snow and ice
On a highway headed south...
When I cross the Dixie line I'll throw away my coat

And my goods down underwear will have to go
I'll never live again where the weather chills you to the bone
I'm tired of livin' like an Eskimo

On a highway headed south...
On a highway headed south...