February

February hitched up her skirt and rolled her stocking down
 She let a little sun up high but she keeps her boots on
 the cold ground
 She slapped another year on me
 I got a notion like I need to get out of here
 So I'm gone, gone
 With this guitar in my hand and my red shoes on
 February February what are you gonna do
 Your sister down south is warm and better lookin than you
 I've been standing in your shade for too long
 Did you really think that you could keep me here
 I'm gone, gone
 Back to the salt of the earth that's where I come from
 February girl you better wipe that smile from your face
 You can taunt me all you want but I know spring's around the corner and the world is just a ticket away
 I got nothing more to say to you
 I'm gone gone
 And there ain't nothing can shake this rock I stand upon
 Back to the salt of the earth
 That's where I come from
 I'm singing
 With this guitar in my hand
 And my red shoes on
 Oh, February hitched up the skirts (skirts!)
 February hitched up the skirts (skirts!)
 February hitched up the skirts (skirts!)
 February hitched up the skirts (skirts!)
 Oh, February hitched up the skirts
 She rolled the stocking down