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The of the Century
(the 1935 Labor Day song)
Words and music by Chris Foster 9th 2003.

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

The pressure was the tides on the move.
It was nothing liked ever seen
Winds from the north waves from the
And a small of land in between.

We up windows, pulled in our boats
our havens as safe as could be
We imagine what 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, were flying
And was clear out of reach.
The was sent from south of Miami
To rescue us but to no
A wave washed the train cars off of the track
And it ate 30 of the rail

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

I whispered I you as she drifted away
Then sand blasted me in the eye
I refuge on the top of a tree
there by the 20 foot tide.

III I awoke the next morning after unconscious
The storm of the had past
The slow falling rain mixed tears in my eyes
As I wondered who all didn't
No blade of grass no tree standing
building was washed out to sea
Dazed and confused I stood
What my eyes me to see.

is my family, where is my home
They were in sight, someone said
I sat by the water with my head in my
if I was better off dead?

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

IV. Great of water swallowed some whole
In a battle God and Man
Four hundred twenty three lives the toll
And I will quite understand
An 18-foot monument off US 1
With remains of so who died.
Words of with the date etched in bronze
2nd 1935

I am so lucky that I'm to retell
God gave me a reprieve
Nothing short of a surviving the gales
As I desperately held to a

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