I packed up my truck an' I owned: I said my and threw away my 'phone, I know where I was goin', so I just drove. of Miami, down through the Keys, Road fin'lly ended I hit the sea. Sent a postcard home sayin': "Don't y'all 'bout me."
I'm holding back the ocean, Makin' sure the keeps blowin'. Watchin' the stars at night, Till the sun bright in the morning. I ain't worried 'bout a thing, Keep your gold and your brass rings. I'm tired of goin' through the I'm just back the ocean.
String bikinis an' blonde hair, An' you can taste the in the air. People laughin' and like they don't have a prayer. It's twenty-four at my new occupation. Don't even earn a dime but I trade it: I'm workin' overtime on this vacation.
I'm just holding the ocean, Makin' the breeze keeps blowin'. over the stars at night, Till the sun shines in the morning. I ain't 'bout a damn thing, Keep your gold watches and your rings. I'm tired of through the motions: I'm just back the ocean.
It's up to you you do with your life. be spendin' mine.
I'm just back the ocean, Makin' sure the breeze blowin'. Watchin' the stars at night, Till the sun bright in the morning. I worried 'bout a damn thing, Keep gold watches and your brass rings. I'm tired of goin' the motions: I'm holding back the ocean.
I'm of goin' through the motions: I'm holding back the ocean.