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