OK so San Francisco may still be ahead of us, but for an unusually named city, we've got more than our share of lyrics about us.  Please add yours to the list!  Click on the title at the top to jump to the lyrics below.

Tallahassee, Bing Crosby

Oh won't you listen all you people
On the southbound train
Oh won't you listen to my friendly advice
About a quarter after seven, we'll be pulling into paradise

When you see land
Kinda green and grassy
Beneath a moon
Bright beyond compare

When you hear blue jays
Chirping high and sassy
And catch one sniff of southern cooking
Hanging on the evening air

When you see folks
All polite and classy
And every smile
Bids you stay and rest

Get off that train
You're in Tallahassee
The Southland at its best

When you see land
(Out of the window of a train)
Kinda green and grassy
(How in the world can you complain?)

Beneath a moon
(You ought to see the way it shines)
Bright beyond compare
(The way it shines upon the pines)

When you hear blue jays
Chirping high and sassy
And catch one sniff of southern cooking
Hanging on the evening air
(Oh sun)

When you see folks
(Having their after dinner chats)
All polite and classy
(Gentlemen all remove their hats)

And every smile
(Perfect harmony and peace)
Bids you stay and rest
(Hand the porter your valise)

Get off that train
You're in Tallahassee
(The Capital City of Florida)
And the Southland at its best

There is no doubt of it
We do not exaggerate of it
The Southland at its very best

 

Tallahassee, The Mountain Goats

Window facing an ill-kept front yard
Plums on the tree heavy with nectar
Prayers to summon the destroying angel
Moon stuttering in the sky like film stuck in a projector
And you
You

Twin prop airplanes passing loudly overhead
Road to the airport two lanes clear
Half the whole town gone for the summer
Terrible silence coming down here
And you
You

There is no deadline
There is no schedule
There is no plan we can fall back on
The road this far can't be retraced
There is no punch line anybody can tack on
There are loose ends by the score
What did I come down here for?
You
You

 

I Woke Up in Tallahassee, Action Item

i can't see anything but bright lights from right here
and i'm barely breathing
you say you don't need anyone
well guess what
that's exactly where you're gonna end up

i left my body back in florida
cause it won't stop my heart from tearing it up

i can't see my face when i look in the mirror
doesn't mean that i'm not there
its what travels through the air
so i can hear at home and let you know i care
swear, yeah i swear

i left my body back in florida
cause it won't stop my heart from tearing it up
i left my body back in florida
cause it won't stop my heart from tearing it up

you run away, you run away, you run away
you run away, you run away, you run away
don't you run away, you run away, you run away

 

Tallahassee Lassie, Fleetwood Mac

Well, she comes from Tallahassee, she's got a hi-fi chassis Maybe looks a little sassy but to me she's really classy She's my Tallahassee Lassie, down in F.L.A.

Well, she dances to the bop, cha-cha rag-a-mop Dances to the shake, rocks the bunny hop, woh, woh, woh, woh Well, she dances to the shake, dances to the stroll Dances to the beat, she can rock and roll

She's my Tallahassee Lassie, oh, she comes from Tallahassee She's my Tallahassee Lassie, down in F.L.A.

Oh, come on baby, come on darlin', come on sugar, come on darlin' Yeah, she's my Tallahassee Lassie, down in F.L.A.

(Note:  The Rolling Stones cover of this song appears on the reissued "Deluxe Edition" of "Some Girls."

 

Tallahassee Love, T-Pain

Epiphany, E-P-I-P-H-A-N-Y
Definition one: the manifestation of a supernatural being
Definition two: a sudden moment of insight or a revelation
Marinate on the there

Tallahassee Love (ya)

They thought I left man (hahahahaha)
Yeah, T-P-A-I-N let's go man (aye)
T-Pain man, I'm back in this thang
You already know what it is (hey)
Tallahassee got my back though
This how I went (aye)


I used to hit the stage with my shades on
40 brought me to the West Coast
Now it's khaki suits with my shades on
I'm on the same shit Game on
But on Sundays I'm like Diddy - grown man with one chain on
When I come back, niggas see my group
They see my Momma's two cars and both od my Daddy's boats
They see the Sean Jean coats and they see my wife hoppin out
the Laborghini with the Coach bag
I'm gettin paid for nothin
Sittin back, drinkin lemonade, chillin in the shade I'm stuntin
Makin hits when i graze the button
Go ahead and put them two baby seats in my Escalade, it's nothin
I'm gettin money - learned from the pastand the future
Learned not to never stab a nigga that'll shot ya
Even though my pockets gettin fatter
I'm still gettin Tallahassee Love and that's all that matters
J-Lyriq get em

I been there, and I've been back
But somethin here always brings me back
So when I'm here, I get that TALLAHASSEE LOVE
If you love me, then I love you
My people love it, when I come through
So when I do, I get that TALLAHASSEE LOVE

It shouldn't have to be like this man
I don't know how I did it either man
I know you haters hatin this right here boy
TALLAHASSEE LOVE
Second time around, let's go man!

 

Last Child, Aerosmith

I'm dreaming tonight
I'm leaving back home
Right!

Take me back to a south Tallahassee
Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy
Can't stand up on my feet in the city
Got to get back to the real nitty gritty

Yes sir, no sir, Don't come closer
My home sweet home can't catch no dose
Of a hard tail poon tang sweetheart sweat
Who could make silk purse from a J. Paul Get' and his ear
With her face in a beer

Home sweet home

Get out in the field, Put the mule in the stable
Ma she's a cookin', Put the eats on the table
Hate's in the city, And my love's in the meadow
Hands on the plow, And my feets in the ghetto

Stand up, sit down, Don't do nothing
It ain't no good when boss man's
Stuffin' it down their throats, for paper notes
And the babies cry while cities lie at their feet
When you're rockin' the street

Home sweet home

(Guitar Solo)

Mama take me home sweet home

I was a last child
Just a punk in the street

 

Clear Skies Beyond Tallahassee, imadethismistake

You say you hate the taste of blood
And I'd have to agree
Something about it lacks innocence
Lacks purity

And everytime you bite my lip
I pray that you break skin
We'll let it all flow out
I'll finally let you in

Yea, but the skies are clear beyond Tallahassee tonight
We've gotta find a way out
Before dark becomes light

There's rough days and hard nights ahead
But we don't really think
We just stare at the roof
Hands locked, eyes in sync

We could go right now
Leave it all behind
But you look at the ground
Rather not inclined

I swear the skies are clear beyond Tallahassee tonight
We've gotta find a way out
Before I start to decline

We don't need direction
or place to be
All will be fine because I've got you
and you've got me

We're moving fast
Run sides fly by with ease
I know we won't make it,
But a man can dream

And the skies are clear beyond Tallahassee tonight
We've gotta find a way out
Before dark becomes light

Wanted Man

Wanted man in California,
Wanted man in Buffalo
Wanted man in Kansas City,
Wanted man in Ohio

Wanted man in Mississippi,
Wanted man in ol' Cheyenne

Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man

I might be in Colorado,
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man who may not know at all who I might be

If you ever see me coming and if you know who I am
Don't you breathe it to nobody 'cause you know I'm on the lamb

Wanted man by Lucy Watson,
Wanted man by Jeannie Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson,
Wanted man in this next town

I've had all that I wanted of a lot of things I've had
And a lot more than I needed of some things that turned out bad

I got sidetracked in El Paso,
Stopped to get myself a map
Went the wrong way in Juarez with Juanita on my lap

Went to sleep in Shreveport,
Woke up in Abilene
Wonderin' why I'm wanted at some town half way in between

Wanted man in Albuquerque,
Wanted man in Syracuse
Wanted man in Tallahassee,
Wanted man in Baton Rouge

There's somebody set to grab me
Anywhere that I might be
And wherever you might look tonight
You might get a glimpse of me

Wanted man in California,
Wanted man in Buffalo
Wanted man in Kansas City,
Wanted man in Ohio

Wanted man in Mississippi,
Wanted man in ol' Cheyenne

Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man