By the skeleton of nature we gauge itâs time to goThe last corps of my life we dodge the stormWe trace a path down â95 and merge with cousin flocksAll in hopes to keep our feathers warmFatigue has got the best of meMy wings have gotten soreIâm not prepared for long-term aviationIâm sleeping in tomorrow, so donât knock upon my doorI wonât be falling in that flight formation.Tell ya what Iâm gonna doYou might think Iâm boldDonât like to travelDonât mind the coldDonât misread my intentions, but Mama, if you donât mindYou can fly southIâm staying behind.Now I can be sentimental, there are some things Iâll missThe Carolina stops were good to meAnd when you cross that Georgia line, please give âem all my loveAnd to my robin friend from Tennessee.But donât lead family to believe they wonât see me no moreThey just must understand itâs a vacationIâm sleeping in tomorrow, so donât knock upon my doorI wonât be falling in that flight formationChorusWhen you get to Tallahassee, find that boy with the BB gunThat last year shot my brother from the skyTrack that yard rat downAnd you make sure that he ainât armedAnd with all my best you can drop one in his eye.Chorus