I-75 in North Florida v2 (B-Major)

[Verse] The sun beats down on the asphalt line, I-75, where the pines align. From Lake City to Gainesville’s sprawl, The road runs steady, I’ve seen it all. [Chorus] Oh, I-75, where the engines roar, Crazy drivers weaving, like a tug-of-war. From Ocala’s horses to the Suwannee’s flow, Through north Florida’s heart, where the miles all go. [Verse] Semi-trucks thunder, they own the lane, Minivans swerving like they’ve gone insane. Passed Alachua, Micanopy’s near, The moss-draped oaks whisper stories clear. [Chorus] Oh, I-75, where the engines roar, Crazy drivers weaving, like a tug-of-war. From Ocala’s horses to the Suwannee’s flow, Through north Florida’s heart, where the miles all go. [Verse] Rest stops call with their coffee and sighs, Wildwood ahead, where the highway divides. Tourists and truckers in a frantic race, Chasing that horizon, finding their place. [Chorus] Oh, I-75, where the engines roar, Crazy drivers weaving, like a tug-of-war. From Ocala’s horses to the Suwannee’s flow, Through north Florida’s heart, where the miles all go.