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I'm landlocked
Counting down the seconds tick tock
Boss is in a mood he won't
Stop giving orders
Thinks he's got me cornered
But he don't know in my mind
That I'm floating down in Florida.
‘cause everything's Beachy on the Gulf Coast
Grab a Margarita and let's make a toast
To the sun and sand
Shades in our hand
We’re getting down
With the tiki bar band
Everything's Beachy on the Gulf Coast
So let's go
My pickup’s
Stocked and fully loaded
Got just enough
To finally get me going
Outta Tennessee and cruising down the Interstate
I'm gonna stop and pick up something sweet
In Georgia on the way.
‘cause everything's Beachy on the Gulf Coast
Grab a Margarita and let's make a toast
To the sun and sand
Shades in our hand
We’re getting down
With the tiki bar band
Everything's Beachy on the Gulf Coast
So let's go
Might throw a couple thousand clams on that
Surf side shack
Drop the anchor down
So they can never drag me back
‘cause everything's Beachy on the Gulf Coast
Grab some rum and somethin' and let's make a toast
To the sun and sand
Shades in our hand
We’re getting down
With the tiki bar band
Everything's Beachy on the Gulf Coast
Everything's Beachy on the Gulf Coast
Grab a Margarita and let's make a toast
To the sun and the breeze
Coconut trees
Like Marley said there's no worries
‘cause everything's Beachy on the Gulf Coast
So let's go
Written by: Brett Cameron Altman, Bryan Ruby, Tyler Bank
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