Ducks flying south and the rich men also Heading for the beaches where the warm Gulf winds blow And Im going too, I can hear that whistle cry Cause Im the kinda bird that has to navigate Tourist class on a southbound freight But this snowbirds gonna come back by and by CHORUS Cause the grounds too cold for this poor boys sandals People wont stop so I cant panhandle So goodbye Denver Ill see you again next spring The cop on the beat even seems a little friendly He knows this cold weathers gonna send me South to Dixie the snowbirds on the wing My healths good enough, but my wardrobes thinner If I dont head south Im gonna freeze this winter So the railroad lines gonna have an unknown guest Im gonna vacate, but its no vacation When the train pulls into some southern station You can tell every body that the snowbirds on his nest
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