The wheels go down
I¡¯m back in town
Three months full of summer
And nothing to do
It¡¯s been a strain at the reins
But the picture remains
Southwind¡¯s blowin¡¯ my love to you
Southwind¡¯s blowin¡¯ my love
For sixty-one days
I got caught in the maze
Twenty thousand watching
The songs go by
The lights go down
In an east Texas town
Southwind¡¯s blowin¡¯ my love to you
Southwind¡¯s blowin¡¯ my love
I couldn¡¯t wait until
Till I got back home to you
Oh to get my fill
Of those California summer nights
It¡¯s good to be home
My how the children have grown
Screen door¡¯s barking out
That old familiar tune
Games at the park
But honey wait until dark
Southwind¡¯s blowin¡¯ my love to you
Southwind¡¯s blowin¡¯ my love
I couldn¡¯t wait until
Till I got back home to you
Oh to get my fill
Of those California summer nights
The wheels go down
I¡¯m back in town
Three months full of summer
And nothing to do
It¡¯s been a strain at the reins
But the picture remains
Southwind¡¯s blowin¡¯ my love to you
Southwind¡¯s blowin¡¯ my love
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