.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 ra.
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