Lyrics

The palm trees sway to the beat of my strumming
I swear I’m gonna stay, even though you’re not coming
And the sun rose today on a brand new beach bum and
I don’t know how, but I’m gonna try

I lay in the shade of my Pepsi umbrella
I ain’t gettin’ paid much but I work with this fella
Says I’d like his sister, but what would I tell her
That I keep gettin’ sand in my eyes

They got steamed oysters on a bed of ice
There’s room for two in my cabana
St. Croix makes a great little paradise
But it makes a lousy Montana

My new apartment it’s nice, I suppose
And you oughta see what they do when it snows
I went to a see a couple of them Broadway shows
Seems like everybody here can dance

Manhattan’s pretty this time of year
And I know that its the best place for my new career
You’d like it too, if you was here
We really ought to give it a chance

I hung some mistletoe and your last Christmas card
Whispered your name to sidewalk Santa
Central Park makes a pretty cool back yard, Oh
But it makes a lousy Montana

Who am I foolin’? Nothing’s the same - Somewhere there’s got to be an answer
But, life is cruel and who’s to blame - God or me or the cancer

So I headed down south ‘cause I couldn’t stay in the rat race
Thought I might find myself, with a little more space
Met a lady at the office, her name’s Lacie
But her hair’s short and her eye’s ain’t blue

After a while one thing led to another
And one day it hit me - I might just love her
Took me a minute, but I think I’m over how
She doesn’t remind me of you

We bought a little house and we’re doin’ OK
In a little town south of Atlanta
And she just gives me that look whenever I say
That it makes a lousy Montana