(With Brad Paisley)
My window faces the south
I'm almost halfway to heaven
The snow is falling
But still I can see
Those fields of cotton
Calling me
My window faces the south
Though I am far from the Swanee
I'm never frowning
Or down in the mouth
My window faces the south
My window faces the south
I'm almost halfway to heaven
The snow is falling
But still I can see
Those fields of cotton
Calling me
My window faces the south
Though I am far from the Swanee
I'm never frowning
Or down in the mouth
My window faces the south
My window faces the south
My window faces the south