Happiness is Warm Florida Sand

Bury me right up to my neck
in the warm Florida sand,
where I feel safe
where I get a tan
Where no one can do nothing
to upset my feelings
as pure as this sand

in which I’m buried,
right up to my neck,
and from which I sprout,
like a leggy tree, out of the hole
where I’ve put my head,
before I was buried right up to my neck
in the warm Florida sand
where I feel safe
where I get a tan
Where no one can do nothing
to upset my feelings, as pure
as this warm Florida sand

in which I’m buried,
right up to my neck,
and from which I sprout,
like a tree, out of the hole
where I’ve put my head,
before I was buried right up to my neck
in the warm Florida sand
where I feel safe
where I get a tan
Where no one can do nothing
to upset my feelings, as pure
as this warm Florida sand

So bury me right up to my neck
in the warm Florida sand,
where I feel safe
where I get a tan
Where no one can do nothing
to upset my feelings
as pure as this sand

*This is a repost from about a year ago, part of my Florida is Where Woke Goes to Die series, but now with accompanying audio! Listen right here! (C. Bevens/D. Berger)