Beachin'

(álbum: Days Of Gold - 2013)

So just watching her blonde hair, sun burnt, stare at them, white caps rolling over
Laid back in a thrift store beach chair, dropping limes in a Corona
Well, she looks back, yeah, she throws me a kiss, like "Honey, I sure want you."
And it's a hundred and three between her and me and only 92 in Daytona

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And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rolling
White sand, cold can, koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling
Chilling, breezing, sipping, singing whoa

Beaching

We got 2-for-1s, we're at a Margarita bar, whatever happens happens
And there's a reggae band, full of dread heads, just sitting in the corner laughing
Well, my baby walks over, drops a 20 in a jar, she smiles and shakes it at me
Yeah, she gets 'em going, she gets 'em playing a little "Don't Worry, Be Happy"

[Chorus:]
And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rolling
White sand, cold can, koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling
Chilling, breezing, sipping, singing whoa

Beaching

Ha ha aww yeah...a little palm tree leaning
I got a Margarita here in my hand, doing a little drinking

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Talking 'bout sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rolling
White sand, cold can, koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling
Chilling, breezing, sipping, singing whoa,

Beaching

Sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rolling
White sand, cold can, koozie in my hand