A month in Montana, hell I nearly froze.
I guess that my blood is too thin.
But I'm back to my deck shoes with the holes in the toes.
I'm back in the sunshine again.
Wading a stream with the temperature falling,
Fighting the snow and the wind.
I could just hear old Boca Grande calling me
Back to the sunshine again.
CHORUS:
Yes, I'm back in the sunshine again.
Fish on the line, sails in the wind.
A cooler of beer on the beach with my friends.
Back in the sunshine again.
There's a warm breeze blowing off the sea tonight.
The coast is coming in clear.
The moon on flats-what a beautiful sight.
Did I tell you how glad I was to be back here?
Tomorrow I hope to find some redfish tailing,
If I can get up before ten.
If that doesn't work then, hell, I'll go sailing.
I'm back in the sunshine again.
CHORUS:
Yes, I'm back in the sunshine again.
Fish on the line, sails in the wind.
Laid back in a chair on the beach with my friends.
Back in the sunshine again.
Think I'll go down to Whiddens, and sit on the dock,
Tell stories and have a few beers.
Three-finger Jack waves to welcome me back.
Did I tell you how good it was to be back here?
Now don't get me wrong; I love Montana,
The last best place that I've been.
But I wouldn't go if I didn't know
I'd be back in the sunshine again.
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