I think of going south for the winterIt's getting mighty coldI watch the fire glowThe moon shining across the snowMaybe Florida or MexicoIs where I ought to goSomewhere where everything is greenOh, a change of sceneMight do me goodWell, this world is goodWell, this world is goodWhen they leave CapistranoFly away so gracefullyMaybe that's for meSnowdrifts blowing up against my doorGoing clear up to the roofI could be lying on some sun-washed floorThe truth isDon't know what I'm waiting forThink I'm going southFor the winterIt's getting mighty coldI watch the fire glowThe moon shining across the snowMaybe Florida or MexicoIs where I ought to goMaybe Florida or MexicoMaybe Florida or MexicoIt's getting mighty coldSound of the borderSound of the borderI think I'm going southI think I'm going southGet my life in orderI think I'm going southI think I'm going southFor the winterFor the winterFor the winterIt's getting mighty cold.