Music by Tim McGraw
Lyrics by Leslie Montgomery
reprinted without permission
(I'm sure Leslie won't mind. Not so sure about Tim.)
THE SOUTHWIND INTERN SONG
(Poorly sung to “Live Like You Were Dying”)
I was in my early twenties
With not a lot of money
When I got a chance to go work for Young Life
We were 32 palm trees from no where
Weren’t really sure how we got there
But man, we had a great time
We went alligator chasin’
And golf cart racin’
Spent 37 minutes in the freezer with our butts on frozen chicken
And we fried deeper
And we ate sweeter
And stole that nurse’s bike again and again
Said, “Someday I hope you get the chance
To be an intern at Southwind”
We lived in a house with each other and bugs
Had a dirty floor with no rugs
And I’m pretty sure there isn’t anything that rhymes with Cleetus
At the hospital, saw a puppet show
Found out Coffee Mate is flammable
And that was just the beginning
We went cop evading
Learned Waffle House is shady
Stood in the Atlantic at 2AM
And we cooked cockroaches with a blow torch
Hung out on our front porch
And broke the waterslide rules again and again
Said, “Someday I hope you get the chance
To be an intern at Southwind”
And we got pierced and tattooed
Wrote a book that was rude
Rented eighty bucks worth of movies and slept through ‘em all
We pulled a few all niters
Blew up Bic Liters
We went to Camo Wal-Mart again and again
And we made goofy t-shirts
Made friends but didn’t flirt
And we spent 90 days having the time of our lives
We got scared over at the Island House
Then had to get the sulfur smell out
And we played cards ‘til 3 AM
Said, “Someday I hope you get the chance
To be an intern at Southwind”
Said, “I know I’ll never forget
When I interned at Southwind.”
Maybe Tim McGraw will add this version to his next album. Leslie says she'll call him and see how he feels about doing shameless rip-off tributes...