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Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Some Beach

by Blake Shelton

Driving down the interstate,
Running thirty minutes late,
Singing "Margaritaville" and minding my own,
Some foreign car driving dude,
With a road rage attitude,
Pulled up beside me talking on his cell phone.
He starting yelling at me like I did something 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 growing,
And warm breezes blowing.
I picture myself right there.
On some beach, somewhere.

I circled the parking lot,
Trying to find a spot,
Just big enough I could park my old truck.
A man with a big cigar,
Was getting into his car.
I stopped 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 senoritas,
Smiling with long dark hair,
On some beach, somewhere.

I sat in that waiting room,
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 novocaine,
That tooth'll be fine in a minute or two."
But he stuck that needle down deep in my gum,
And he started drilling,
Before I was numb.

Some beach, somewhere,
There's a beautiful sunset burning up the atmosphere.
There's music and dancing,
And lovers romancing,
In the salty evening air.
On some beach, somewhere.
On some beach, somewhere.

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