Florida
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Florida
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Well, look out Florida
You got a hooker in your back
She's riding high with some trick on Sligh street
She's in the corner store of the Sonoco
Trying to buy cigarettes
She says it's her birthday, God help her
She asks you for a pack of cigarettes
She gives you a wink and shakes her ass one time
You go and get yourself three more dollars
For some mad-dog blueberry wine
Well, your friends are getting married
Ready to have their kids and you're still out here
Bringing bum wine home
Having so much goddamn sugar
Trying to stay sober
But you never ever feel at home
Nothing good comes from Florida including you
Oh, your hair looks so black and blue
Keep me ready lord, keep me steady lord
Come back home, honey
When everything falls apart for you
Florida Avenue with them limp legged-lovers
She says boyfriend beats her down
In the Dutch Motel outside Hillsborough Avenue
Where them young boys can't make it downtown
She a dancer, she's a lover, she's a money making
Girl who's ready for a fight
You ask her where she's from
She says, pay that no never mind
Left my old town cause it was shit
Living in this new town but it's shit too
Got to be somewhere better than this
I promise you my teeth if you promise me your hand
I'm going to give you the most beautiful funeral that I possibly can
We may never grow old but we sure as hell can't stay young
I'm going to be your American child until the setting Sun
Go down the street honey sell that ass
It's a quick way to make some cash
Josephine, don't you cry
I know you're trying to get sober today
But it might have to wait one more day
You know, I gotta get high
All your friends think it's funny that we ain't got any money
Laying in this dutch motel all day, laying in bed all day
You know dogs like us, were meant to run wild like wolves
You know dogs like us were meant to run wild like wolves
But instead we're tamed, by the same damn thing
I grew up in my old town Lord, it wasn't shit
Got me a new town honey said, got to get better than this
All this downtown casino living is gonna make you mean
The methadone clinic won't get you sober, but it will get you clean
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