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By the skeleton of nature we gauge itā??s time to go
The last corps of my life we dodge the storm
We trace a path down ā??95 and merge with cousin flocks
All in hopes to keep our feathers warm
Fatigue has got the best of me
My wings have gotten sore
Iā??m not prepared for long-term aviation
Iā??m sleeping in tomorrow, so donā??t knock upon my door
I wonā??t be falling in that flight formation.
Tell ya what Iā??m gonna do
You might think Iā??m bold
Donā??t like to travel
Donā??t mind the cold
Donā??t misread my intentions, but Mama, if you donā??t mind
You can fly south
Iā??m staying behind.
Now I can be sentimental, there are some things Iā??ll miss
The Carolina stops were good to me
And when you cross that Georgia line, please give ā??em all my love
And to my robin friend from Tennessee.
But donā??t lead family to believe they wonā??t see me no more
They just must understand itā??s a vacation
Iā??m sleeping in tomorrow, so donā??t knock upon my door
I wonā??t be falling in that flight formation
Chorus
When you get to Tallahassee, find that boy with the BB gun
That last year shot my brother from the sky
Track that yard rat down
And you make sure that he ainā??t armed
And with all my best you can drop one in his eye.
Chorus
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