"Daytona Sand" lyrics - ORVILLE PECK

Buddy, we got major blues
Another suitcase in your hand
I hope you brought your walkin' shoes
'Cause it's quite a ways from what I understand

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So rack 'em up, big blonde
I think I could've been your man
We watch the surfers as they whip on the strand
Ah, Daytona sand

Long hairs, slow eyes, I like your style
We both ain't got a job
I haven't seen my band in a while
At least nothin' seems to last that long

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So hit the road, big blonde
Take me home to Mississippi
It's not that I don't care
It's just hard to make a plan
But, ah, Daytona sand

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I'm not mad, for what it's worth
You always take the dare, that's what I learned
I'm gettin' tired of this earth
But they say some stones are better left unturned

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So what you say, big blonde?
Is that another whispered plan?
I've been around long enough to know you can't trust a man
But, ah, Daytona sand

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