Ducks flying south and the rich men also   Heading for the beaches where the warm Gulf winds blow   And I'm going too, I can hear that whistle cry.   'Cause I'm the kinda' bird that has to navigate   Tourist class on a southbound freight   But this snowbird's gonna' come back by and by      CHORUS      'Cause the ground's too cold for this poor boy's sandals   People won't stop so I can't panhandle.   So goodbye Denver I'll see you again next spring.   The cop on the beat even seems a little friendly   He knows this cold weather's gonna send me   South to Dixie the snowbird's on the wing.         My health's good enough, but my wardrobes thinner   If I don't head south I'm gonna' freeze this winter.   So the railroad line's gonna' have an unknown guest.   I'm gonna' vacate, but it's no vacation.    When the train pulls into some southern station   You can tell every body that the snowbird's on his nest.