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.