SWFL Roads A-Major Allegro

A Major, 132bpm, moderately fast, bluegrass, ukulele, piano, fiddle

V4.5

[Verse 1]
I’m rollin’ down I-75, where Fort Myers’ palms touch the sky,
The Caloosahatchee sparkles with a silver morning sheen.
The Gulf breeze whispers soft and low, through mangroves where the herons go,
This highway’s got my heart a-wanderin’ serene.
[Verse 2]
On 540 through Lakeland’s sprawl, where the speed’s a steady 60 call,
Winter Lake Road hums with fields of citrus green and wide.
The lakes reflect the sun’s bright glow, where the ospreys soar and the waters flow,
This road’s a bluegrass rhythm for my ride.
[Chorus]
Oh, Southwest Florida, where the sun lights up the way,
From the shores to the swamps, I could roam here every day.
Through the rivers and the ranches, where the cypress branches grow,
These highways lead my heart where the bluegrass breezes blow.
[Verse 3]
To Naples’ shore on 41’s way, where the beaches gleam in the day,
The mansions line the coast with elegance and pride.
The Gulf’s waves crash with gentle might, dolphins dance in the evening light,
This coastal road’s a dream I’ll never hide.
[Verse 4]
Sarasota’s charm on 301’s trail, where the Ringling’s stories sail,
The circus legacy shines beneath the banyan’s shade.
Siesta Key’s sand, so soft and white, glows like stars in the moonlit night,
This highway’s song is one that’s never played.
[Chorus]
Oh, Southwest Florida, where the sun lights up the way,
From the shores to the swamps, I could roam here every day.
Through the rivers and the ranches, where the cypress branches grow,
These highways lead my heart where the bluegrass breezes blow.
[Verse 5]
Arcadia’s peace on 70’s line, where the Peace River flows divine,
Old cattle trails and rodeos still echo through the land.
The live oaks spread their arms out wide, where the cowboy spirit rides,
This backroad’s got my banjo in my hand.
[Verse 6]
Punta Gorda on 17’s course, where the harbor’s tides run their force,
The fishing boats bob gently in the Charlotte evening glow.
The murals paint the town’s old soul, history’s tales forever told,
This highway’s hum is one I’ve come to know.
[Chorus]
Oh, Southwest Florida, where the sun lights up the way,
From the shores to the swamps, I could roam here every day.
Through the rivers and the ranches, where the cypress branches grow,
These highways lead my heart where the bluegrass breezes blow.
[Verse 7]
Sebring’s lakes on 27’s run, where the racetrack roars in the sun,
The speedway’s hum and citrus groves stretch far as eyes can see.
The rolling hills in Highlands bloom, with wildflowers’ sweet perfume,
This road’s a melody that sets my spirit free.
[Verse 8]
Out to the Glades on 29’s way, where the cypress swamps hold sway,
The Everglades whisper secrets of the panther’s silent tread.
Airboats glide where the sawgrass sways, through the wild and misty haze,
These highways tie my heart to where I’m led.
[Chorus]
Oh, Southwest Florida, where the sun lights up the way,
From the shores to the swamps, I could roam here every day.
Through the rivers and the ranches, where the cypress branches grow,
These highways lead my heart where the bluegrass breezes blow.

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[Verse 1] I’m rollin’ down I-75, where Fort Myers’ palms touch the sky, The Caloosahatchee sparkles with a silver morning sheen. The Gulf breeze whispers soft and low, through mangroves where the herons go, This highway’s got my heart a-wanderin’ serene. [Verse 2] On 540 through Lakeland’s sprawl, where the speed’s a steady 60 call, Winter Lake Road hums with fields of citrus green and wide. The lakes reflect the sun’s bright glow, where the ospreys soar and the waters flow, This road’s a bluegrass rhythm for my ride. [Chorus] Oh, Southwest Florida, where the sun lights up the way, From the shores to the swamps, I could roam here every day. Through the rivers and the ranches, where the cypress branches grow, These highways lead my heart where the bluegrass breezes blow. [Verse 3] To Naples’ shore on 41’s way, where the beaches gleam in the day, The mansions line the coast with elegance and pride. The Gulf’s waves crash with gentle might, dolphins dance in the evening light, This coastal road’s a dream I’ll never hide. [Verse 4] Sarasota’s charm on 301’s trail, where the Ringling’s stories sail, The circus legacy shines beneath the banyan’s shade. Siesta Key’s sand, so soft and white, glows like stars in the moonlit night, This highway’s song is one that’s never played. [Chorus] Oh, Southwest Florida, where the sun lights up the way, From the shores to the swamps, I could roam here every day. Through the rivers and the ranches, where the cypress branches grow, These highways lead my heart where the bluegrass breezes blow. [Verse 5] Arcadia’s peace on 70’s line, where the Peace River flows divine, Old cattle trails and rodeos still echo through the land. The live oaks spread their arms out wide, where the cowboy spirit rides, This backroad’s got my banjo in my hand. [Verse 6] Punta Gorda on 17’s course, where the harbor’s tides run their force, The fishing boats bob gently in the Charlotte evening glow. The murals paint the town’s old soul, history’s tales forever told, This highway’s hum is one I’ve come to know. [Chorus] Oh, Southwest Florida, where the sun lights up the way, From the shores to the swamps, I could roam here every day. Through the rivers and the ranches, where the cypress branches grow, These highways lead my heart where the bluegrass breezes blow. [Verse 7] Sebring’s lakes on 27’s run, where the racetrack roars in the sun, The speedway’s hum and citrus groves stretch far as eyes can see. The rolling hills in Highlands bloom, with wildflowers’ sweet perfume, This road’s a melody that sets my spirit free. [Verse 8] Out to the Glades on 29’s way, where the cypress swamps hold sway, The Everglades whisper secrets of the panther’s silent tread. Airboats glide where the sawgrass sways, through the wild and misty haze, These highways tie my heart to where I’m led. [Chorus] Oh, Southwest Florida, where the sun lights up the way, From the shores to the swamps, I could roam here every day. Through the rivers and the ranches, where the cypress branches grow, These highways lead my heart where the bluegrass breezes blow.

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