My Window Faces The South (with Bob Wills)

My window faces the south i'm almost halfway to heaven
The snow is falling but all i can see is fields of cotton smilin' back at me
Oh my window faces the south and though i'm too from that swanee
I'm never frownin' or down in the mouth my window faces the south

[ fiddle - steel - guitar ]
Well my window faces the south...
Ah ah my window faces the south