Palace Music - West palm beach

I^Bb can't get the sand out of my sh^Aboes T^Abhis being in Florida's d^Gmone a number on my b^Bblues J^Bbust the way the women walk round ^Abhere I^Abts plain to see the way the sand ^Gmand the sea have done a numb^Bber on me A^Abnd the sky is threatening ^E#black and gray and the sun is a^Bb festering red A^Abnd her head is claiming he^E#r stats ; she ain't yet risen f^Bbrom bed S^Abo breakfast again delayed,^E# postponed, I won't be fed ^Bb

T^Bbhe surf has swallowed him up, he^Ab's a memory now A^Abnd the water's warmer th^Gman it has been in we^Bbeks G^Bbrandma lives just down the road, ^Abshe's making supper for me tonight S^Abhe's been nice to me sin^Gmce '73 when her sun ^Bblost his lights A^Abnd now his ghost is a risi^E#ng host above the briny blur ^Bb I^Ab would that soon some maid^E# would swoon and his soul would^Bb capture her H^Abe's still a fine kid, what^E# with all that he did, he's a f^Bban of mine

I^Bb wasn't planning to spend so lon^Abg in town B^Abut the break in the weat^Gmher has got the part^Bbner down S^Bbhe won't get out, she's shotgun,^Ab seems she's sewn to the seat I^Abt's a dirty old trick th^Gmat I've yet to lick ^Bband she's yet to beat Y^Abou can see it in her eyes,^E# she was born unwise, she was b^Bborn for me I^Abf she mourns too long I'll^E# know something's wrong and I'l^Bbl leave her be Y^Abou can tell by his shoes h^E#e was born to lose, he was born^Bb for me