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