My Window Faces The South

Bob Wills

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My window faces the south
And I'm almost halfway to heaven
The snow is falling but all I can see
Are those fields of cotton smiling back at me

My Window faces the South
And though I am far from that Swanee
I'm never frowning or down in the mouth
My Window faces the South

My window faces the south
And I'm almost halfway to heaven
The snow is falling but all I can see
Are those fields of cotton smiling back at me

My Window faces the South
And though I am far from that Swanee
I'm never frowning or down in the mouth
My Window faces the South