Odes to Joy

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...
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