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...