Gathering Souvenirs
Too many fools
Lost on the highway
What could we do today
That we can't do tonight
So pull off the road
Roll down the windows
Lie back and doze
To the song of the wind in the pines
Too many fools
Crammed into that city
What could we do
In a crowd
That we can't do at home
Damn, I feel young
My, you look pretty
What have we ever done
Worth doing we can't do alone
It's always springtime (out in the sun)
In the Low Country sunshine
They sunbathe away
Every cold winter day
Just like the Fourth of July
I'm driving my new bride
From here to the ocean
Imbibing the sweet life
From Eden to Goshen
Gathering souvenirs
Hallelujah
Too many fools
And ghosts on the bowery
What could we do half-dead
That we can't do alive
To hell with the fame
The terrible glory
The glamour and shame
That haunts their lost souls
In the night
It's always springtime (out in the sun)
In the Low Country sunshine
They French kiss away
Every heat of the day
Just like the dark of the night
I'm driving my new bride
From here to the ocean
Imbibing the sweet life
From Eden to Goshen
Gathering souvenirs
Hallelujah
Gathering souvenirs
Hallelujah
It's always springtime (out in the sun)
In the Low Country sunshine
They sunbathe away
Every cold winter day
Just like the Fourth of July
I'm driving my new bride
From here to the ocean
Imbibing the sweet life
From Eden to Goshen
Gathering souvenirs
Hallelujah
Gathering souvenirs
Hallelujah
Lost on the highway
What could we do today
That we can't do tonight
So pull off the road
Roll down the windows
Lie back and doze
To the song of the wind in the pines
Too many fools
Crammed into that city
What could we do
In a crowd
That we can't do at home
Damn, I feel young
My, you look pretty
What have we ever done
Worth doing we can't do alone
It's always springtime (out in the sun)
In the Low Country sunshine
They sunbathe away
Every cold winter day
Just like the Fourth of July
I'm driving my new bride
From here to the ocean
Imbibing the sweet life
From Eden to Goshen
Gathering souvenirs
Hallelujah
Too many fools
And ghosts on the bowery
What could we do half-dead
That we can't do alive
To hell with the fame
The terrible glory
The glamour and shame
That haunts their lost souls
In the night
It's always springtime (out in the sun)
In the Low Country sunshine
They French kiss away
Every heat of the day
Just like the dark of the night
I'm driving my new bride
From here to the ocean
Imbibing the sweet life
From Eden to Goshen
Gathering souvenirs
Hallelujah
Gathering souvenirs
Hallelujah
It's always springtime (out in the sun)
In the Low Country sunshine
They sunbathe away
Every cold winter day
Just like the Fourth of July
I'm driving my new bride
From here to the ocean
Imbibing the sweet life
From Eden to Goshen
Gathering souvenirs
Hallelujah
Gathering souvenirs
Hallelujah
Credits
Writer(s): Jeff Holmes
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