Watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin' my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to boil
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault
I stayed here all season
Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven't a clue
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
2 comments:
I am loving follownig your adventures on this blog!! Great blog and I look forward to future posts :)
Thanks! And thanks for stopping by!
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