One More Country Mile

We had our first drink at noon in Margaritaville. They say it's five o'clock somewhere

at Key West Bar & Grill. As we left Miami, my Amy and

I. Passed some beach under the blue clear sky. The Glades,

we felt the Seminole wind. Up in Micanopy, we felt it blow again.

When the sun goes down, we'll be killing time. Then we're

heading north with Georgia on my mind. It's a country mile full of

country songs. She may be out of tune, but I'm singing along.

We thought we'd last forever, but we both know. I'm trying to