CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Somewhere Down South
I wouldn't change my ways, so you changed the locks
Threw a fit, and my clothes in a cardboard box
Looks like there's no changing your mind, this time
I got my late model chevy and a top that's dropped
Faded out jeans and my old flip-flops
Everything I need to survive
And I'm a headed down a road to paradise
What you're putting me through, that'll sure feel nice
I'll be somewhere down south, deep in the heart of dixie
If you ever find out, that you're starting to miss me
Well just come on down 'til you see white sand
Palm trees swaying and the girls are tan
Well, that's wherе out they're working this all out
You might find me down in Panama
Or Kеy West doing the Duval Crawl
Or catching the buzz down on Bourbon Street
All the greyhound races and no more beer
But lucks there spinning that roulette wheel
In that general vicinity
Well, if I got to start all over now
I'm gonna do it somewhere, where I know how
I'll be somewhere down south, deep in the heart of dixie
If you ever find out, that you're starting to miss me
Well just come on down 'til you see white sand
Palm trees swaying and the girls are tan
Well, that's where out they're working this all out
I'll be somewhere, somewhere down south
Ooh, yeah
I'll be somewhere down south
I spent my last paycheck on a secondhand boat
People down here don't care if you're broke
All I want to do is just fish and float
In the hot sunshine with a beer that's cold
I'll be somewhere down south, deep in the heart of dixie (Dixie)
If you ever find out (Find out)
That you're starting to miss me
I'll be where every day is like a Saturday
Sitting like Otis on the dock of the bay
And watching my ships rolling in and out
I'll be somewhere, somewhere down south
Oh yeah, that's where I'll be
Mmm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's where you'll find me
Mmhmm, way down there where the Spanish moths
Is hanging off the live oak tree
The crawfish boiling and the shrimp boat's floating
And sipping on ice cold tea
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, way down south
Threw a fit, and my clothes in a cardboard box
Looks like there's no changing your mind, this time
I got my late model chevy and a top that's dropped
Faded out jeans and my old flip-flops
Everything I need to survive
And I'm a headed down a road to paradise
What you're putting me through, that'll sure feel nice
I'll be somewhere down south, deep in the heart of dixie
If you ever find out, that you're starting to miss me
Well just come on down 'til you see white sand
Palm trees swaying and the girls are tan
Well, that's wherе out they're working this all out
You might find me down in Panama
Or Kеy West doing the Duval Crawl
Or catching the buzz down on Bourbon Street
All the greyhound races and no more beer
But lucks there spinning that roulette wheel
In that general vicinity
Well, if I got to start all over now
I'm gonna do it somewhere, where I know how
I'll be somewhere down south, deep in the heart of dixie
If you ever find out, that you're starting to miss me
Well just come on down 'til you see white sand
Palm trees swaying and the girls are tan
Well, that's where out they're working this all out
I'll be somewhere, somewhere down south
Ooh, yeah
I'll be somewhere down south
I spent my last paycheck on a secondhand boat
People down here don't care if you're broke
All I want to do is just fish and float
In the hot sunshine with a beer that's cold
I'll be somewhere down south, deep in the heart of dixie (Dixie)
If you ever find out (Find out)
That you're starting to miss me
I'll be where every day is like a Saturday
Sitting like Otis on the dock of the bay
And watching my ships rolling in and out
I'll be somewhere, somewhere down south
Oh yeah, that's where I'll be
Mmm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's where you'll find me
Mmhmm, way down there where the Spanish moths
Is hanging off the live oak tree
The crawfish boiling and the shrimp boat's floating
And sipping on ice cold tea
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, way down south
