Southern Cross

There’s a lotta folks down at the island
That follow that astrology
Some got a chart of the heavens
And some got a fancy degree
But me I got a pick-up
And I drive it like a Fourth of July
And that’s where I seen the vision
When it fell right out of the sky
It said
Follow, follow the southern cross
Leave your luck in Mexico
There ain’t no way to get lost
Cause there ain’t no place to go
So I bought me a ticket to Texas
And I hopped on a plane to Peru
I met a little lady from Chile
And she fed me a tropical root
Now I’m down in Tierra del Fuego
And nothin' around me is right
I think I got a case of lumbago
But it’s better than the northern lights
I gotta
Follow, follow the southern cross
Leave your luck in Mexico
There ain’t no way to get lost
Cause there ain’t no place to go
(HORN SOLO)
So I paddled out to Easter Island
About as fast as I could go
I saw and albatross on the horizon
And the stone heads all in a row
I found the secret of navigation
And the mystery of the Milky Way
Now I’m livin' in the constellations
Tell me what more I can say
You gotta
Follow, follow the southern cross
And leave your luck in Mexico
There ain’t no way to get lost
Cause there ain’t no place to go
Whoa!
(HORN STUFF)
Lyrics are copyright 1975, 1976, Steve Cash & John Dillon