Josh Abbott Band - Matagorda bay

^DI've been walking Matagorda ^BmBay, ^Gthinking about ^Ayou the whole ^Dday Hot Texas sand under ^Bmmy feet and the ^Gwaves of the ^Agulf crush the ^Dbeach

^DThis hot sun has got a ^Gway of making my beer cold ^DJust like sun burnt children ^Ahave got a way of making me feel old ^DAnd all these honeymooners ^Gman I'm feeling alone ^DSo I'm picking up seashells, ^Awaiting on you to come back home

^DI've been walking Matagorda ^BmBay, ^Gthinking about ^Ayou the whole ^Dday Hot Texas sand under ^Bmmy feet and the ^Gwaves of the ^Agulf crush the ^Dbeach

Well the ^Gsun is glaring and the people are staring and the ^Dseagulls are singing along And ^GI don't know when I'm gonna see you, but I ^Dknow I'm waiting way too ^Along ^DI've been walking Matagorda ^BmBay, ^Gthinking about ^Ayou the whole ^Dday

^DJump in my boat, ^Gheading out to the flats ^DI've got my fly rod in hand, ^Awading through the cool sea grass ^DI've got not luck, ^Gspottin' tail and reds ^DI've got no damn luck, ^Agetting you out of my head

^DI've been walking Matagorda ^BmBay, ^Gthinking about ^Ayou the whole ^Dday Hot Texas sand under ^Bmmy feet and the ^Gwaves of the ^Agulf crush the ^Dbeach

Well the ^Gsun is glaring and the people are staring and the ^Dseagulls are singing along And ^GI don't know when I'm gonna see you, but I ^Dknow I'm waiting way too ^Along ^DI've been walking Matagorda ^BmBay, ^Gthinking about ^Ayou the whole ^Dday