lynyrd skynyrd
fla
Well the dogs are barkin' and I'm out rockin' Nobody home to throw them a bone I was thinkin' just the other day Yeah, on my way back to USA Oh, junk mail and bills in a letter box Out on the line are my dirty socks Had to jump the fence and break my lock, yeah Oh, my God I'm back in FLA I got so much to do but I'm only here for a day Wish I could pay for it while I'm in it Seems like I'm there only for a minute Me and the bank own a house down in FLA What in the world am I gonna do Clock on the wall says a quarter to two Well the boys are on the bus and they're waitin' on me I got soap in my eyes and I can't see Telephone's ringin' baby's on the line Tired of being here doin' my time Gotta hit the road runnin' gotta get goodnight, yeah Oh, my God I'm back in FLA I got so much to do but I'm only here for a day Wish I could pay for it while I'm in it Seems like I'm there only for a minute Me and the bank own a house down in FLA That's right Oh, wish I could pay for it while I'm in it Seems like I'm there only for a minute Me and the bank own a house Yeah, me and the bank own a house Oh, a run down shack In FLA, yeah That's right FLA, FLA, FLA