South Coast Of Texas

Capo on 2 The south coast of Texas, that's a thin slice of life It's salty and hard, it is stern as a knife Where the wind is for blowin' up, hurricanes for showin' Snakes how to swim and trees how to lean And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints Drinkin' 'em down for they sail with the dawn They're bound for the Mexican bay of Campeche And the deck hands are singin' "Adios, Jole Blon" There's snow birds in search of that sunshine and nightlife Fond of greasin' palms down the beach as they're goin' Ah, this livin' on the edge of the waters of the world demands The dignity of whoopin' cranes and the likes of Gilbert Roland (Chorus) In the cars of my youth, how I tore through those sand dunes And cut up my tires on them oyster shell roads But, nothin' lasts forever say the old men in the shipyards Turnin' trees into shrimp boats; hell, I guess they oughta know (Chorus)