Carry me back to my Florida home
I'm done with all my travelling, I've got no cause to roam
I can't stand the cold ice and snow
I'm used to soft warm breezes and the occasional big blow
Those Northern folks move way too fast
In the race to the end I don't mind if I'm last
Though my taxes and insurance are high
I'm hoping and praying I can live in Deerfield 'til I die
Copyright 2008 Malcolm Mckinney