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 onto a train

I was born in Indian summer

In the south, long ago

And those dirty streets cried out for rain

And this is what I know

And the rains came and they only stopped

Just in time for snow

And the icy cold filled up my shoes

And this is what 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 onto a train

Well, I went to war to fight the Japs

When the war was over, I threw my cap

Just as far as you could throw a thing

I went home and gave my girl a ring

I put the highways and the blacktop down

Turned the prairies into the towns

And those hills gave way just like a wedding gown

I put the highways and the blacktop down

I don’t need to see no mirror

I ain’t never going to see my own face

Just a reflection of somebody

Who’s going to leave without a trace

Roll me over those hills so golden brown

Let the night come in and lay my shroud

I never been to California-i-a

Maybe that’s where I should end my days

Don’t let me die in Florida

I don’t care about my name

If you catch me dying in Orlando

Throw my bed onto a train