Palmetto Rose

Palmetto rose in the AC vent
 Cross stitched pillow where the head rest went
 Said his cab was his orneriest friend
 Left him jumping like trees in the wind
 Thought he had the red lights memorized
 Glass in the gravel like the stars in the sky
 In that slow motion minute between living and dead
 Looked in my eyes and he told me, he said
 This war that I wage to get up every day
 It's a fiberglass boat, it's azaleas in May
 It's the women I love and the law that I hate
 Lord let me die in the Iodine State
 Lord let me die in the Iodine State
 Palmetto rose in the sidewalk mud
 Pearly white stem and a big green bud
 Catch him coming out of a King Street store
 Bullshit story about the Civil War
 You can believe what you want to believe
 But there ain't no making up a basket weave
 Everybody in the tri-county knows
 Who makes the best palmetto rose
 And it's war that we wage to get up every day
 It's a basket of sweet grass, a wedding bouquet
 It's the ladies I love and the law that I hate
 But Lord let me die in the Iodine State
 Lord let me die in the Iodine State
 Out on Sullivan's Island, they're swimming
 On the beach where the big boats rolled in
 With the earliest slaves, women and children
 Our first American kin
 Here on King Street we're selling our roses
 Two for a five dollar bill
 And tonight after everything closes
 I'll follow my own free will
 And I've taken my fill
 I've taken my fill
 
 Palmetto rose in the AC vent
 Cross stitched pillow where the head rest went
 Said his cab was his orneriest friend
 Left him jumping like trees in the wind
 Thought he had the red lights memorized
 Glass in the gravel like the stars in the sky
 In that slow motion minute between living and dead
 Looked in my eyes and he told me, he said
 This war that I wage to get up every day
 It's a fiberglass boat, it's azaleas in May
 It's the women I love and the law that I hate
 Lord let me die in the Iodine State
 Lord let me die in the Iodine State
 Palmetto rose in the sidewalk mud
 Pearly white stem and a big green bud
 Catch him coming out of a King Street store
 Bullshit story about the Civil War
 You can believe what you want to believe
 But there ain't no making up a basket weave
 Everybody in the tri-county knows
 Who makes the best palmetto rose
 And it's war that we wage to get up every day
 It's a basket of sweet grass, a wedding bouquet
 It's the ladies I love and the law that I hate
 But Lord let me die in the Iodine State
 Lord let me die in the Iodine State
 Out on Sullivan's Island, they're swimming
 On the beach where the big boats rolled in
 With the earliest slaves, women and children
 Our first American kin
 Here on King Street we're selling our roses
 Two for a five dollar bill
 And tonight after everything closes
 I'll follow my own free will
 And I've taken my fill
 I've taken my fill