[Verse 1] Woke up in his hammock hanging from the cypress trees, Spanish moss dancing in a warm Gulf breeze, Then a thunder rolls where the blacktop bends— That Skunkape’s hitting the road again. Brown fur blowing, dark shades on, Straw hat steady from dusk till dawn, Swain Hat gear and his boots pulled tight, He fires that engine and he’s gone from sight. [Pre-Chorus] From the orange groves to the ocean shore, You can hear those pipes begin to roar— [Chorus] It’s the Skunkape on his iron horse, Rolling through Florida, staying his course, From Lake Okeechobee to the old Suwannee, Ain’t another rider quite as wild and free. With the sunshine burning and the motor turned loose, He’s dodging swamp buggies and alligator roots, If you see that Swain Hat sailing by— That’s the Skunkape on his iron horse tonight. [Verse 2] He rolled through Sebring, headed south on 27, Motorcycle growling like a beast from heaven, Past sugarcane fields and a roadside stand, Threw a peace sign up with his big hairy hand. Stopped in the Glades for a sweet iced tea, Had three folks asking, “What in the world is he?” He tipped that hat with a big ol’ grin, Said, “Swain Hat Company—y’all better get you one of them!” [Pre-Chorus] Then he kicked that stand and he hit the road, With a Florida sunset turning orange and gold— [Chorus] It’s the Skunkape on his iron horse, Rolling through Florida, staying his course, From Lake Okeechobee to the old Suwannee, Ain’t another rider quite as wild and free. With the sunshine burning and the motor turned loose, He’s dodging swamp buggies and alligator roots, If you see that Swain Hat sailing by— That’s the Skunkape on his iron horse tonight. [Bridge – Country Rap] Chrome shining bright, black leather seat, Big hairy knuckles and oversized feet, Got a Swain Hat shirt and a hat pulled low, Where he’s headed next, nobody knows. Might ride to the Keys, might turn up north, But he was born for the road and that iron horse. No cage, no map, just an open lane, Florida in his blood and Swain in his name! [Breakdown] Hear that rumble through the palmetto trees, Feel that thunder rolling in the breeze, Don’t be scared when you hear that sound— It’s just the baddest Skunkape around! [Final Chorus] It’s the Skunkape on his iron horse, Rolling through Florida with a full-throttle force, From the Atlantic waves to the Gulf Coast sand, He’s the two-wheel legend of the Sunshine land. With his straw hat rocking and his shades sitting right, Swain Hat gear in the neon lights, If you hear that engine and the wild hogs cry— That’s the Skunkape on his iron horse tonight. [Outro] Yeah, the legend ain’t hiding in the swamp no more— He’s wearing Swain Hat gear while the big pipes roar. Two wheels rolling underneath moonlight— Skunkape on his iron horse tonight. Wear what you live… and ride.
