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I sit in the willows, my hat on my knee. |
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There's a man in my shoes where a boy used to be. |
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I'm wore-out and weary, but before my time's done |
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I need to find me a place in the sun. |
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Well, life shot right by me. |
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It's hard to explain. |
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The days started passing, now they all look the same. |
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Well, every good spirit needs someplace to run, |
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So I need to find me a place in the sun. |
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A place where the golden rays |
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Dance on the waterways. |
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Where time passes easily, |
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And burdens don't trouble me. |
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I'd feel like a millionaire, |
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Sat on a foldin' chair |
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Watching you dance in the breeze. |
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I don't know a fella who ain't seen it tough. |
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We deal and we hustle to make just enough. |
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But somewhere the people are still having fun, |
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So I'm gonna find me that place in the sun. |
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A place where there's little rain, |
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And good memories remain. |
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Somewhere you can take a drive |
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Back to a simple time. |
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I'd feel like all royalty |
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Sat near an olive tree |
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Free from my work for awhile. |
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I sit in the willows, my hat on my knee. |
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There's a man in my shoes where a boy used to be. |
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Well, every good spirit needs someplace to run, |
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So I need to find me a place in the sun. |
