Somewhere Down South

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Paul Overstreet] I wouldn't change my ways, so you changed the locks Threw a fit, and my clothes in a cardboard box Looks like there's no changing your mind, this time I got my late model chevy and a top that's dropped Faded out jeans and my old flip-flops Everything I need to survive And I'm a headed down a road to paradise What you're putting me through, that'll sure feel nice [Hook: Paul Overstreet] I'll be somewhere down south, deep in the heart of dixie If you ever find out, that you're starting to miss me Well just come on down 'til you see white sand Palm trees swaying and the girls are tan Well, that's wherе out they're working this all out [Verse 2: Paul Overstreet] You might find me down in Panama Or Kеy West doing the Duval Crawl Or catching the buzz down on Bourbon Street All the greyhound races and no more beer But lucks there spinning that roulette wheel In that general vicinity Well, if I got to start all over now I'm gonna do it somewhere, where I know how [Hook: Paul Overstreet] I'll be somewhere down south, deep in the heart of dixie If you ever find out, that you're starting to miss me Well just come on down 'til you see white sand Palm trees swaying and the girls are tan Well, that's where out they're working this all out I'll be somewhere, somewhere down south [Refrain: Paul Overstreet] Ooh, yeah I'll be somewhere down south [Verse 3: Paul Overstreet] I spent my last paycheck on a secondhand boat People down here don't care if you're broke All I want to do is just fish and float In the hot sunshine with a beer that's cold [Refrain: Paul Overstreet] I'll be somewhere down south, deep in the heart of dixie (Dixie) If you ever find out (Find out) That you're starting to miss me [Verse 4: Paul Overstreet] I'll be where every day is like a Saturday Sitting like Otis on the dock of the bay And watching my ships rolling in and out I'll be somewhere, somewhere down south [Outro: Paul Overstreet] Oh yeah, that's where I'll be Mmm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's where you'll find me Mmhmm, way down there where the Spanish moths Is hanging off the live oak tree The crawfish boiling and the shrimp boat's floating And sipping on ice cold tea Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, way down south