I will hang with the spanish moss, over you By this well water that keeps you cool I will wait for the signal of distress To drop another ice cube down the front of your dress
Chorus I will be the steward of your southern lands If you would only take my, take my shaking hands
Cypress knees and shallow bays We will sweat it, spend our days There is a sunshine state i never knew But i can re-write time with you
I will be the flounder on your southern shores On you southern sandy beaches If you would only show me where your sunshine reaches Where it reaches