Seven Mile Bridge David Allan Coe

You know, as a child, he heard tell of the Seven Mile Bridge
That connected on Marathon's shore
Yes and it was the gateway to Key West his grandpa
Had told him ten times or more

The stories of some sailors curse on the bridge
Where it opens to let the boats through
But the natives all laugh at grandpa's old stories
And swear that it just isn't true

Now most of them sail across to Miami
From the edge of the blue water line
With craw fish and snappers to sell at the market
For money to spend on some wine

They always cross through at the Seven Mile Bridge
Except when the moon comes out full
They're not superstitious they tell you as they are
Repeating that old seaman's rule

CHORUS
Watch out for those outlaws and pirates
Lord knows that they'll steal you blind
Don't mess around with those cutthroats and thieves
They're robbers and killers of time
And there's nothing worse than an old sailors curse
On the Seven Mile Bridge where you find
They're stealing the future and making believe
The past is still somewhere behind
The Seven Mile Bridge, the Seven Mile Bridge