gonzocompadre wrote:If we hear some Jerry Jeff Walker, I may crack the seal on another brew!
Or 3!
Heard some on the way home today....also heard a cool Jim Morris song "Southward"--mentioned the OBX, Ocracoke then he moved on down the coast in the next verses
Working on getting the cell phone list out.....watch your emails and PMs!
**Been busy here...work sucks (I've had it with the 'princess' at work and snapped back....boss noticed...***rolls eyes***) and Rock is running a fever after gettting her braces tightening...but I did let her go to her formal tonight...she'lll be fine. Ron is off the coast...had a good day fishing today, but their charter was cancelled for tomorrow...they are disappointed)........
Gods...I am SOOOOOOO damn ready for this concert!
Well I’m a tidal pool explorer
From the days of my misspent youth
I believe that down on the beach
Where the seagulls preach
Is where the Chinese buried the truth... --Coastal Confessions
I loaded up my jeep, stashed the top in my garage,
Changed into my tropical attire.
It was chilly through Virginia, but I hit the Outer Banks
And my attitude was toasty as a fire.
Made Ocracoke by sunset then I drank the night away.
Fell asleep to the grumbles of a squall.
Took the Cedar Island ferry on a morning bright and clean.
What’s behind me never crossed my mind at all.
Oh, the Carolina coastline is all flowers in the spring,
The dogwoods and azaleas on parade.
Live oaks hug the highway through the cool blackwater swamps.
I’m riding beneath a canopy of shade.
An old barn gives me shelter from a fierce Low-Country storm,
See Rock City painted on the roof.
I’ve got Charleston in my rearview and Savannah in my sights.
You’ll find me down on River Street tonight.
CHORUS:
Cause I’m headed Southward
To catch the springtime show.
Just going nowhere
As fast as I can go.
Nostalgia greets me
With every passing scene.
I’m driving down that coast road headed south.
Drunk upon that sea breeze in my mouth.
It’s the Golden Isles of Georgia, and I feel like I’m at home-
Safe refuse from those winters cold and harsh.
So many pleasant memories meander through my mind
Like the tidal creeks just winding through the marsh.
Then it’s on to Fernandina for a round of pirate’s punch.
Oh, the Palace is such a fine saloon.
Then I cross the Bridge of Lions and I see the Conch House Lounge.
No better place to spend the afternoon.
REPEAT CHORUS
The Gold Coast zooms right by me, and it’s all downhill from here.
I kick back as I cruise down A-1-A.
Then I hear Key West calling in a voice so loud and clear.
It’s the last resort, and I’m headed all the way.
I can see those smilin’ islands just shining in the sun,
Matecumbe, Big Pine, and Ramrod Keys.
I make a call to Pennsylvania from Alabama Jacks.
I’ve come this far; hell, I ain’t going back.