Guy Clark - South coast of texas

^CThe south coast of Texas, that's a ^Fthin slice of life It's ^Gsalty and hard, it is stern as a ^Cknife Where the wind is for blowin' up, ^Fhurricanes for showin' ^GSnakes how to swim and trees how to ^Clean

And the ^Fshrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints ^CDrinkin' 'em down for they sail with the ^Gdawn They're ^Fbound for the Mexican bay of Campeche And the ^Cdeck hands are singin' ^G"Adios, Jole ^CBlon"

^CThere's snow birds in search of that sun^Fshine and nightlife Fond ^Gof greasin' palms down the beach as they're ^Cgoin' Ah, this livin' on the edge of the ^Fwaters of the world ^Gdemands The dignity of whoopin' cranes and the likes of Gilbert Rol^Cand

And the ^Fshrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints ^CDrinkin' 'em down for they sail with the ^Gdawn They're ^Fbound for the Mexican bay of Campeche And the ^Cdeck hands are singin' ^G"Adios, Jole ^CBlon"

^CIn the cars of my youth, how I tore ^Fthrough those sand dunes And ^Gcut up my tires on them oyster shell ^Croads But, nothin' lasts forever say the ^Fold men in the shipyards ^GTurnin' trees into shrimp boats; hell, I guess they oughta ^Cknow

And the ^Fshrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints ^CDrinkin' 'em down for they sail with the ^Gdawn They're ^Fbound for the Mexican bay of Campeche And the ^Cdeck hands are singin' ^G"Adios, Jole ^CBlon"