Orange

Oh my how much has changed since I've back home

Now they're tearing down the trees to build new homes

My little town of Orange the packing houses are gone.

There ain't no more Valencia like a sugar sweet on your tongue.

See I'm a Florida kid spend my days out in the sun

There's no such thing as sunburn at the inlet at the crack of dawn

You could say we grew up wild, wild, wild

It's style style style here

That's just the way it always was

A beer in hand before your shaving peach fuzz