I can´t get the sand out of my shoes
This being in Florida´s done a number on my blues
Just the way the women walk round here
Its plain to see the way the sand and the sea have done a number on me

And the sky is threatening black and gray and the sun is a festering red
And her head is claiming her stats ; she ain´t yet risen from bed
So breakfast again delayed, postponed, I won´t be fed

The surf has swallowed him up, he´s a memory now
And the water´s warmer than it has been in weeks
Grandma lives just down the road, she´s making supper for me tonight
She´s been nice to me since ´73 when her sun lost his lights
And now his ghost is a rising host above the briny blur
I would that soon some maid would swoon and his soul would capture her
He´s still a fine kid, what with all that he did, he´s a fan of mine

I wasn´t planning to spend so long in town
But the break in the weather has got the partner down
She won´t get out, she´s shotgun, seems she´s sewn to the seat
It´s a dirty old trick that I´ve yet to lick and she´s yet to beat
You can see it in her eyes, she was born unwise, she was born for me
If she mourns too long I´ll know something´s wrong and I´ll leave her be
You can tell by his shoes he was born to lose, he was born for me