Verse 1
Fog on the cypress
Spanish moss hanging low
Half-sunk Pinto in the dark
Where the oily water goes
Gray shack on stilts
With a crooked screen door
Three chimps hollerin'
Louder than the night before
Sign swinging slow
Small worms for sale
Five college kids
Resting on the limestone rail
Airboat idles down
Hear the mosquitoes hum
Welcome to the parlor
Glad that you could come
Pre-Chorus
The rubber is burning
The engine is screaming
A jagged reflection
Of whatever you're dreaming
Chorus
It is a triptych on a dashboard line
Florida to Carolina
Till the end of time
Orange bubble letters
And a five-cent stamp
Willie has a postcard
For every single swamp
Keep on driving son
You simply cannot lose
If you get lost
Just follow the burning fuse
Verse 2
Sunrise hits the hills
Gold across Sandy Run
Shack looks the same
Underneath a different sun
Dust clouds rolling
Like a brown hurricane
Monkeys wearing bandanas
Riding bulls in the fast lane
Little cowboy hats
Cricket flour for trade
Where the boards are rotting
In the cooling shade
Same five kids
With their hands to the sky
Cheering for the critters
As they rattle on by
Pre-Chorus
The rubber is burning
The engine is screaming
A jagged reflection
Of whatever you're dreaming
Chorus
It is a triptych on a dashboard line
Florida to Carolina
Till the end of time
Orange bubble letters
And a five-cent stamp
Willie has a postcard
For every single swamp
Keep on driving son
You simply cannot lose
If you get lost
Just follow the burning fuse
Bridge
Postmark is wavy
Hilo thirty-eight
Volcano stamp is burning
Burning very late
Linen paper crackling
Edges curled and brown
Willie folded three worlds
In this little town
Chorus
It is a triptych on a dashboard line
Florida to Carolina
Till the end of time
Orange bubble letters
And a five-cent stamp
Willie has a postcard
For every single swamp
Keep on driving son
You simply cannot lose
If you get lost
Just follow the burning fuse
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