The snowbirds return to their northerly towns
Young girls are trading their virtues for gowns
And the traveling circus is hiring clowns
But I’m settling down, Aileen
The frost has retreated from each threshold and pane
Summer winds reported on each feather and mane
And I’d be hitting the highway again
But for your love, Aileen
All the silver my pockets can hold
Is there for the taking, or so I’ve been told
But this time it looks like Judas is coming up with gold
All for your love, Aileen
Would you believe that a country boy like me
Would give up on a woman for a road that is free
If a country man you’re looking for
A country man I’ll be
All for your love, Aileen