St. Thomas Songtext
von Tom Reynolds

One cold winter morning it was seven below
I made up my mind, my friend, this snow′s got to go
Ice of least went south by east
And freezing seas down St. Thomas Way
I know how it feels to have some sand in my shoes
And find an escape from all these civilized blues
No cul-de-sacs, no broken backs
It's just relax down St. Thomas Way
I′m trading the city for a tropical tree
And if you meet anyone who's asking for me
Tell all them leech that they can reach
Me on the beach down St. Thomas Way


The people were friendly and they gave me the key
Attached was a tourist guide, a cute young lady
We climbed those heights, saw those sights
Whoa, those nights down St. Thomas Way
The people were friendly and they gave me the key
Attached was a tourist guide, a cute young lady
We climbed those heights, saw those sights
Whoa, those nights down St. Thomas Way
The people were friendly and they gave me the key
Attached was a tourist guide, a cute young lady
We climbed those heights, saw those sights
Whoa, those nights down St. Thomas Way