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Ain't nothing like the windy
Where the station-wagon
Where the dogs meet the fences
And the horsemen, fences
the flatlands become flatlands
And the caravans
I'm just sitting 'neath the
a tide
Took a ride on a
50 cars or
say the heads are just insane
But it's too to score
Sittin' on the with Andrea
the line for big red
Everyone looks better a suntan
Easier to get you bed

Daughters of the coast
of beaches, don't deliver the post
You the post is a ghost

Lee Marlin went for a marvin
While we were looking for a at the pub
Hey, and still the black starvin'
No nobody wants a job
Helicopter homestead
Stirring all the blades at night
They're steppin' out there in the sultry summer
pistols all packed
And badges so bright

of the northern coast
Sons of beaches, don't the post
You the post is a ghost

Took a on a bin-train
50 cars or
say the heads are just insane
But it's too risky to
Andrea's giving me a towel down
on a palm beach shore
If 'n'those girls a doin' that thing
I wait for next year
I'm come back for more

Daughters of the coast
Sons of beaches, don't deliver the
You the post is a ghost