January 21, 2014

Some Beach by Blake Shelton

Drivin' down the interstate,
Runnin' thirty minutes late,
Singing margarita ville and mindin' my own.
Some foreign car drivin' dude
With a road rage attitude,
Pulled up beside me talkin' on his cell phone.
He started yellin' at me like I did somethin' wrong.
He flipped me the bird,
And then he was gone.

Some beach, somewhere
There's a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chair.
Palm trees are growin',
A warm breeze is blowin',
I picture myself right there,
On some beach, somewhere.

I circled the parkin' lot
Tryin' to find a spot
Just big enough I could park my old truck.
A man with a big cigar
Was gettin' into his car.
I stopped an I waited for him to back up.
But from out of nowhere a Mercedes Benz
Came cruisin up
And whipped right in.

Some beach, somewhere,
There's nowhere to go
And you've got all day to get there.
There's cold margaritas and hot senioritas
Smiling with long dark hair,
On some beach, somewhere.

I sit in that waitin' room,
It seemed like all afternoon.
The nurse finally said, doc's ready for you.
You're not gonna feel a thing,
We'll give you some Novocain,
That tooth'll be fine in a minute or two.
But he stuck that needle down deep in my gum,
And he started drillin' before I was numb.

Some beach, somewhere,
There's a beautiful sunset burnin' up the atmosphere.
There's music and dancin' and lovers romancin'
The salty evenin air,
On some beach, somewhere.
On some beach, somewhere.

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