N The Southern Shade

The kids are playing in the courtyard, and the peaches are on the trees;
The life of a former rock star looks good on me, baby, in the southern shade…
Woke up 'bout four, turned up my music and my wine;
Mornin' dew makes my feet cold, but I bicycle through sprinklers in summertime.
The kids are playing in the courtyard, and the peaches are on the trees;
Life of a former rock star looks good on me, baby, in the southern shade…
Checked on my trap, lookin' for Honey, but she’s gone;
But I know, long as she know me, I’ll never be lonely or broke…
The kids are playing in the courtyard, and the peaches are on the trees;
Life of a former rock star looks good on me, baby, in the southern shade…
Don’t blow hydro 'cause I don’t blow my dough onto highs;
Radio don’t love me though she said she would, but she lies…
I got a girl — people simply love to throw
Money at her feet as she walks the stroll…
The kids are playing in the courtyard, and the peaches are on the trees;
Life of a former rock star looks good on me, baby, in the southern shade…
Looks good on me, baby, in the southern shade…
Feels good on me, baby, in the southern shade…
Just beatin' the heat, waitin', in the southern shade…