Antiques & Spanish Moss Lyrics

1981 Dodge Station Wagon

Fire engine red, AC dead, muffler dragging

We'd driven that ol' car down every road of the sunshine state

Our whole life packed in it, traveling for heaven's sake

And it didn't matter how many times that we'd stopped

We couldn't not pull over for antiques and Spanish Moss

They'd fight in that car, yell and scream like it wasn't

A tiny space, they'd shout and raise hell with all the cussin'

And I'd try to shrink my way back into that broken old faux leather

Nowhere to go and every word felt like it lasted forever

And sometimes the only time it stopped

Was when we'd pull off for antiques and Spanish Moss

Her daddy had a wood-shop, built furniture by hand

And those little shops smelled a lot like her memories of him

We'd drive and drive and maybe she got bored so she'd pick a fight with dad

He'd leave her on the side of the road, swear he wasn't coming back

But he'd always turn around, they'd pretend they hadn't fought

And he'd pull off for her antiques and Spanish Moss

I still hate the smell of hand-hewn rocking chairs and tables

Took years for me to finally build a life that could be stable

Cuz kids ain't supposed to hear all the shit when grown ups fight

And sometimes I kinda wonder what a normal childhood looks like

I grew up fast, still wondering what I lost

On Florida roads pulling off for antiques and Spanish Moss