play my guitar in the Caribbean sun Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon Where you can be a tourist, a beach bum, or a star And be as you are Be as you are
She comes from Boston Works at the jewelry store Down in the harbor Where the ferries come to shore She never really knew how good it would feel To finally
rocking nine days in a row All I know is it's hurricane season And any minute she's gonna blow I need a shave and I need some rest I know some people are
in We all get sick of it all now and then When I've had it up to here I go down there To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love Mangoes and Marley, you
He left Maine 'cause he needed a change And he was desperate to rearrange priorities And he thought the sea would be the best place to be So he saved
Big straw hat, banana drink I can't remember what it is I think And my, my, my - my key lime pie Ocean breeze, tire swing Coconut fall if you shake
appeal It's lazy days with Hemingway And I gotta say that it captures me still 'Cause I believe there's magic in those beachside dives Under the moon as
blue rocking chair Sittin' in the sand Weathered by the storms And well oiled hands It sways back and forth With the help of the winds It seems to always be
Sherry's living in paradise Slinging drinks at a bar down by the beach And you know she came here from LA. Southern California could not hold her dreams
Said, you know, we're both a dying breed Here's to love lost and newfound friends And living out life in the boat we're in I can't be still, I can't be
There's something sexy about the rain She said as it came pouring down It feels like kisses on my skin She spread her arms and spun around In a summer
near Austin, Texas Seen all the road that I want to see God I hate the snow, they even cancelled the show Makes me long for where I really want to be
in We all get sick of it all now and then When I've had it up to here, I go down there To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love Mangoes and Marley, you
me Said, "You know, we're both a dying breed" Here's to love lost and newfound friends Living out life in the boat we're in I can't be still, I can't be
my guitar in the Caribbean sun Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon Where you can be a tourist A beach bum or a star And be as you are Be as you are
nine days in a row All I know is it's hurricane season And any minute she's gonna blow I need a shave and I need some rest I know some people are worried
Big straw hat, banana drink I can't remember what it is I think And my, my, my, my key lime pie Ocean breeze, tire swing Coconut fall if you shake that
