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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
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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.
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