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Triptych on the Dash

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Lyrics

Intro

Mm-hmm

Oh-oh

Verse 1

Spanish moss hanging low

Black water moving slow

Grey shack leaning on a crooked screen door

Three chimps hollering give us some more

Worms for sale on a board

Five kids resting by the ford

Airboat idling near the rim

Welcome home now come on in

Pre-Chorus

Road keeps winding north

Sending all the secrets forth

Tires spinning through the heat

History that can't be beat

Chorus

It is a triptych on a dashboard line

Florida to Carolina to the end of time

Orange bubble letters on a five-cent stamp

Willie has a postcard for every swamp

Keep on driving son you cannot lose

If you get lost just follow the fuse

Verse 2

Sandy Run getting gold on the hill

Same old shack but a brand new thrill

Brown hurricane spinning off the track

Monkeys in bandanas on a bull's back

White cowboy hat on a tiny head

Cricket flour for sale it is time to be fed

Same five kids waving to the sky

Cheering for the critters as they ride on by

Pre-Chorus

Road keeps winding north

Sending all the secrets forth

Tires spinning through the heat

History that can't be beat

Chorus

It is a triptych on a dashboard line

Florida to Carolina to the end of time

Orange bubble letters on a five-cent stamp

Willie has a postcard for every swamp

Keep on driving son you cannot lose

If you get lost just follow the fuse

Bridge

Postmark wavy

Postmark blurry

Postmark fading

Hilo thirty-eight burning late

Linen paper edges curled

Willie folded three weird worlds

Into one weird world

Verse 3

Lava rock cracking by the shore

Lift the boards see what is under the floor

Stalactites dripping where the river runs red

Three men with a light fixed to their head

White tiles baked on a shuttle boat

Paint on the side keeps the legend afloat

Space rider point to the deep

Where the monsters never sleep

Chorus

It is a triptych on a dashboard line

Florida to Carolina to the end of time

Orange bubble letters on a five-cent stamp

Willie has a postcard for every swamp

Keep on driving son you cannot lose

If you get lost just follow the fuse

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