Don't Let Me Die in Florida
Please don’t let me die in Florida,
I don’t care about my name.
If you catch me dying in Daytona
Throw my bed on to a train.
I was born in Indian summer,
In the Southern long ago.
Where those dirty streets cry out for rain
And this is what I know.
And the rain came and the holly stopped
Just in time for snow.
And the icey cold filled up my shoes
And this is what I know.
Please don’t let me die in Florida,
I don’t care about my name.
If you catch me dying in Orlando
Throw my bed on to a train.
Run away into water
Find the jams of what was over
Right through my cap
Just as fun as you could tell a thing
I went at home and gave my girl a ring.
I put the highways at a black time down
Turn the ferries into the towns
And those hills give away just like a wedding gown
I put the highways at a black time down.
I don’t need to see no mirror,
I am never to see my own face,
Just a reflection of somebody
Who’s gonna leave without a trace.
Oh, over the hills so gold and proud
Let the night come in and lay my shread
I never been to killer from around here
Maybe that’s where I should end my days.
Please don’t let me die in Florida,
I don’t care about my name.
If you catch me dying in Orlando
Throw my bed on to a train.
compositores: PATRICIA J. GRIFFIN
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