On a highway headed south somewhere to Dixie   Where the cotton blooms in spring and snow don't fly   I'm gonna rest these chilly bones in southern sunshine   And live where the weather's warm until I die      North Dakota you've got my better years Montana you've got five years of my life   But your subzero wind will never touch me again   Southern folks can't live on snow and ice   On a highway headed south...      When I cross the Dixie line I'll throw away my coat   And my goods down underwear will have to go   I'll never live again where the weather chills you to the bone   I'm tired of livin' like an Eskimo   On a highway headed south...   On a highway headed south...