Out at Coopertown,
the frog legs stopped shakin’
The ghosts of the airboats
have left Monroe Station
The River of Grass
Will be a thing of the past
In the heart of our Reneglades Nation.
First they filled the jails
with Everglades City
Gator Kicks burned down
and they closed Frog City
The gators still sun
On the banks of the Trail
Smothered by blacktop and tourists
CHORUS:
There’s a Loop Road in the law
Near the forty mile bend
Where nature and man
Could live till the end
Then the government came
And closed all the gates
But the Indians fought back
with their gamblin’
Now the airboats run silent
And shallow they must
Keep away from the laws that surround them
The only things changed
Are the politician’s name’s
Who will gain from the land
of our fathers.
CHORUS
Lord have mercy
on the Tamiami Trail
Through the Heart of our Renegades Nation

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