The wheels go down I¡¯m back in town Three months full of summer And nothing to do It¡¯s been a strain at the reins But the picture remains Southwind¡¯s blowin¡¯ my love to you Southwind¡¯s blowin¡¯ my love
For sixty-one days I got caught in the maze Twenty thousand watching The songs go by The lights go down In an east Texas town Southwind¡¯s blowin¡¯ my love to you Southwind¡¯s blowin¡¯ my love
I couldn¡¯t wait until Till I got back home to you Oh to get my fill Of those California summer nights
It¡¯s good to be home My how the children have grown Screen door¡¯s barking out That old familiar tune Games at the park But honey wait until dark Southwind¡¯s blowin¡¯ my love to you Southwind¡¯s blowin¡¯ my love
I couldn¡¯t wait until Till I got back home to you Oh to get my fill Of those California summer nights
The wheels go down I¡¯m back in town Three months full of summer And nothing to do It¡¯s been a strain at the reins But the picture remains Southwind¡¯s blowin¡¯ my love to you Southwind¡¯s blowin¡¯ my love