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Well, she was born in a north woods town |
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Twenty-one winters ago |
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And she grew tired of the freezing cold |
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And living in the blinding snow |
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But this girl knew she wouldn't be there long |
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'Cause she had plans and dreams |
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And she'd seen pictures of the sunshine state |
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In the pages of a magazine |
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So she waited them tables and she used her smile |
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Saving every penny she can |
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For a one-way dixie-bound Amtrak ticket |
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Headed for the promised land |
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Her momma and daddy begged her not to go |
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When the day she dreamed of came |
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And she waved goodbye sittin' way up high |
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From the window of a southbound train |
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Now, she's got a fire burnin' deep inside |
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Ridin' on a southbound train |
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And the clickity-clack of that railroad track |
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Only helps to fan the flames |
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No more worries, no more cares |
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She left them up in Bangor, Maine |
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Now she's startin' a brand new life |
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Ridin' on a southbound train |
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(Break) |
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She said, "Hello sun, good mornin' Daytona |
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You're sure lookin' good to me |
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With your ocean breeze and your tall palm trees |
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And your southern hospitality." |
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Now she's a knockout queenie in a string bikini |
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She's drivin' all the boys insane |
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And this all started with a small town dream |
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And a ticket on a southbound train. |
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'Cause she had a fire burnin' deep inside |
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Ridin' on a southbound train |
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And the clickity-clack of that railroad track |
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Only helped to fan the flames |
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No more worries, no more cares |
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She left them up in Bangor, Maine |
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Yeah, she likes the boys with a southern drawl |
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Soakin' up the sunshine, havin' a ball |
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She'll be the first to tell you that she owes it all |
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To ridin' on a southbound train |
