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