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
REPEAT BOTH CHORUSES