Odes to Poncey-Highland · Track 3 · middle
Take the Trolley to the Springs
Founding, 1870s-1910s — Ponce de Leon Springs became a resort and then Ponce de Leon Amusement Park, the 'Coney Island of the South,' with a lake, a casino, a shoot-the-chutes, and a streetcar line out from downtown; the Sunday crowds riding the trolley to the springs.
Lyrics
[Intro] All aboard from downtown Sun is shining, pass the nickel down [Verse 1] Dusty blocks are fading in the mirror glass Rolling up the avenue, moving steady and fast It's 1890 on the Nine-Mile Circle line Everybody's leaving the heavy downtown grind Grab your Sunday best, we're escaping the heat To where the city and the tall pines finally meet [Chorus] Take the trolley to the springs today Watch the shoot-the-chutes splash the afternoon away It’s the Coney Island of the South, my friend Where the ragtime plays and the weekend never ends Down at Ponce de Leon, we're doing just fine Riding out together on the electric line [Verse 2] Ladies by the lake edge spinning parasols Echoes from the casino bouncing down the hall Cool spring water in a tin cup, fresh and clear Best nickel that you're gonna spend out here The wheel keeps turning and the children shout Caught inside the middle of a joyful crowd [Chorus] Take the trolley to the springs today Watch the shoot-the-chutes splash the afternoon away It’s the Coney Island of the South, my friend Where the ragtime plays and the weekend never ends Down at Ponce de Leon, we're doing just fine Riding out together on the electric line [Bridge] Listen to the clatter of the tracks, the bell ringing loud We're melting right into the magic of the Sunday sound There is nowhere else to be but right here by the water's edge Standing up a little bit too tall on the wooden ledge [Chorus] Take the trolley to the springs today Watch the shoot-the-chutes splash the afternoon away It’s the Coney Island of the South, my friend Where the ragtime plays and the weekend never ends Down at Ponce de Leon, we're doing just fine Riding out together on the electric line [Outro] Ring the bell, driver Take us back to town But keep the carnival spinning around Just leave the lights on down at the lake And let the water ripple, let the memory...