THE ALLIGATORS' ALLEY

There's a lonely road in Florida

That runs from East to West

Alligator Alley

Is how it’s known the best

As I headed out of ‘Lauderdale

Seas of sawgrass filled my eyes

Hanging Spanish Moss and Cabbage Palms

Silhouetted in the skies

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And if you look beyond the tarmac

Past the signs and Bingo Halls

You can see the way life used to be

When the Seminole stood tall

When the Panther and the Mockingbird

Roamed the ground and filled the air

Back before we cut they’re world in half

To get from here to there

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Oh... Oh... Oh... Florida

Oh... Oh... Oh... Florida

 

 

And it kinda makes you wonder

As you fade from cell phone range

Did we turn the tide in this paradise?

Could it be that we’re to blame?

Did we trade off with the tourists?

A “Sweet ‘n Sour” compromise?

As we look toward our future here

Could it be we’ve closed our eyes?

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And if you listen very closely

There’s a sound that’s everywhere

It’s the silence that we’re used to

And it shows that we don’t care

It’s the ringing of the toll booths

Over Mother Nature’s cry

Can you hear the sound of Florida

Kiss the Everglades good-bye?

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Oh... Oh...Oh... Florida

Oh... Oh...Oh... Florida

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There's a lonely road in Florida

Eighty miles from East to West

But it’s the Alligators’ Alley

You and I are just a guest

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Oh it’s the Alligators’ Alley

You and I . . . we’re just a guest