Tom T Hall - Down in the Florida Keys lyrics

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(Tom T. Hall)

I bought my ukulele in a pawnshop

I bought a red pair of shorts and a shirt

I left my Gucci loafers and my Brooks Brothers suit

In a trash can out behind the Methodist Church.

I bought me a cooler and a roll of bologne

And a little loaf of whole wheat bread

I'm hangin' out on the beach where I can't be reached

By the local authorities or Feds.

Oh, I'm down in the Florida Keys

Sleepin' in a southern breeze

I'm down in the Florida Keys

And there ain't nobody down on me.

I got a good credit card and a telephone number

Just in case they find me flyin' too low

I ordered up a Margarita bout an hour fore lunch

Thought I might need it cause the weather's so cold.

It got down to sixty at the early mornin' tide

Caught a three pound grouper from the bridge

I ain't a hurtin' nobody and I wouldn't hurt me

I guess I'd lie about it if I did.

Oh, I'm down in the Florida Keys

Sleepin' in a southern breeze

I'm down in the Florida Keys

And there ain't nobody down on me.

Well, I would a written sooner but I didn't have change

A stamp has gone to twenty-two cents

I ain't got no pockets I can't carry much

I left a lotta baggage at the airport bench.

You can do somethin' for me you can tell all my friends

I'm glad of bein' out of their hair

I'm sittin' down here sippin' on a Beck beer

I got central heat in the air.

'Cause I'm down in the Florida Keys

Sleepin' in a southern breeze

I'm down in the Florida Keys

And there ain't nobody down on me.

I'm down in the Florida Keys

Sleepin' in a southern breeze

I'm down in the Florida Keys

And there ain't nobody down on me.

I'm down in the Florida Keys

Sleepin' in a southern breeze

I'm down in the Florida Keys

And there ain't nobody down on me...

Thanks to Paul for correcting these lyrics