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The of the Century
(the Labor Day hurricane song)
Words and by Chris Foster January 9th 2003.

The keys are the islands Florida Bay
There a paradise for most all.
The locals all live the fine life
Only few alive may recall.
About the sea and its when it was torn by the gales
And how nothing stand in its way
Saltwater made of 30 feet swales
That came one labor day

The pressure was the tides on the move.
It was nothing liked we'd ever
Winds from the north waves the south
And a piece of land in between.

We up windows, pulled in our boats
Made our as safe as could be
We couldn't imagine was to be
Everything end up in the sea.

II. The started coming the pressure was dropping
waves started hitting the beach
Lighting was flashing, timbers were
And was clear out of reach.
The was sent from south of Miami
To rescue us but to no
A wave washed the cars right off of the track
And it ate 30 of the rail

The wind knock me over I grabbed my
And she clang to me for her life
She couldn't hang on fear in her eyes
And her fingernails like knives

I whispered I love you as she away
Then some blasted me in the eye
I found refuge on the top of a
there by the 20 foot tide.

III I awoke the next after being unconscious
The storm of the century had
The slow falling rain mixed tears in my eyes
As I who all didn't last
No blade of grass no left standing
building was washed out to sea
Dazed and confused I comprehending
my eyes told me to see.

Where is my family, is my home
They were in sight, someone said
I sat by the water my head in my hands
Wondering if I was off dead?

I had to go on, they needed my
As we mournfully stacked all the
We all said a then we lit them on fire
Its an that won't leave my head

IV. Great walls of water swallowed whole
In a between God and Man
Four hundred twenty three lives were the
And I will quite understand
An monument stands off US 1
remains of so many who died.
Words of remembrance with the etched in bronze
2nd 1935

I am so lucky that I'm to retell
God gave me a final
Nothing short of a miracle the gales
As I desperately to a tree

Now I share the memory with and friends
Sleepless nights sure riddled my life
Remembering all of the lost that day
Is a memory that like a knife.