Song | Coast of Carolina |
Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
Album | Encores: Live |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Written:Jimmy Buffett/Mac Mcanally | |
Little roadside restaurant we artfully complain | |
Groovy tells the waitress that his chicken died in vain | |
Most every day goes by according to design | |
I live this dream and still it seems I have you on my mind | |
From the bottom of my heart | |
Off the coast of Carolina | |
AFter one or two false starts | |
I believe we found our stride | |
And the walls that won't come down | |
We can decorate or climb | |
Or find some way to get around | |
Cause I'm still on your side | |
From the bottom of my heart. | |
I can't see the future | |
But I know it's coming fast | |
It's not that hard to wind up knee-deep in the past | |
There come alot of Mondays | |
Since that phone booth that first night | |
Tears and miles and years and smiles | |
I wanna get it right. | |
Chorus | |
Music Bridge | |
These days I get up about the time I used to go to bed | |
Living large was once the deal | |
Now I watch the stars instead | |
They're timeless and predictable | |
Unlike most things that I do | |
I tell the wind and my old friend | |
I'm headed home to you. | |
Chorus |
Written: Jimmy Buffett Mac Mcanally | |
Little roadside restaurant we artfully complain | |
Groovy tells the waitress that his chicken died in vain | |
Most every day goes by according to design | |
I live this dream and still it seems I have you on my mind | |
From the bottom of my heart | |
Off the coast of Carolina | |
AFter one or two false starts | |
I believe we found our stride | |
And the walls that won' t come down | |
We can decorate or climb | |
Or find some way to get around | |
Cause I' m still on your side | |
From the bottom of my heart. | |
I can' t see the future | |
But I know it' s coming fast | |
It' s not that hard to wind up kneedeep in the past | |
There come alot of Mondays | |
Since that phone booth that first night | |
Tears and miles and years and smiles | |
I wanna get it right. | |
Chorus | |
Music Bridge | |
These days I get up about the time I used to go to bed | |
Living large was once the deal | |
Now I watch the stars instead | |
They' re timeless and predictable | |
Unlike most things that I do | |
I tell the wind and my old friend | |
I' m headed home to you. | |
Chorus |
Written: Jimmy Buffett Mac Mcanally | |
Little roadside restaurant we artfully complain | |
Groovy tells the waitress that his chicken died in vain | |
Most every day goes by according to design | |
I live this dream and still it seems I have you on my mind | |
From the bottom of my heart | |
Off the coast of Carolina | |
AFter one or two false starts | |
I believe we found our stride | |
And the walls that won' t come down | |
We can decorate or climb | |
Or find some way to get around | |
Cause I' m still on your side | |
From the bottom of my heart. | |
I can' t see the future | |
But I know it' s coming fast | |
It' s not that hard to wind up kneedeep in the past | |
There come alot of Mondays | |
Since that phone booth that first night | |
Tears and miles and years and smiles | |
I wanna get it right. | |
Chorus | |
Music Bridge | |
These days I get up about the time I used to go to bed | |
Living large was once the deal | |
Now I watch the stars instead | |
They' re timeless and predictable | |
Unlike most things that I do | |
I tell the wind and my old friend | |
I' m headed home to you. | |
Chorus |