Fly South

By the skeleton of nature we gauge it's time to go

The last corps of my life we dodge the storm

We trace a path down '95 and merge with cousin flocks

All in hopes to keep our feathers warm

Fatigue has got the best of me

My wings have gotten sore

I'm not prepared for long-term aviation

I'm sleeping in tomorrow, so don't knock upon my door

I won't be falling in that flight formation.

Tell ya what I'm gonna do

You might think I'm bold

Don't like to travel

Don't mind the cold

Don't misread my intentions, but Mama, if you don't mind

You can fly south

I'm staying behind.

Now I can be sentimental, there are some things I'll miss

The Carolina stops were good to me

And when you cross that Georgia line, please give 'em all my love

And to my robin friend from Tennessee.

But don't lead family to believe they won't see me no more

They just must understand it's a vacation

I'm sleeping in tomorrow, so don't knock upon my door

I won't be falling in that flight formation

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When you get to Tallahassee, find that boy with the BB gun

That last year shot my brother from the sky

Track that yard rat down

And you make sure that he ain't armed

And with all my best you can drop one in his eye.

Chorus