I got the winter time blues
It’s not something I choose
The trees are all bare
It looks so dreary out there.
I shiver all night and all day
It makes me want to get away
I want to go south you see
But they don’t like yankees like me
I reckon I could head out west
The searing heat out there isn’t the best
For someone like me a casual guest
I’d always be inside like all the rest
Going north is out of the question
That’s not even a worthy suggestion
I’ll just have to suffer many a cold day
It’s a full six months until the beginning of May
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