West Palm Beach Songtext
von Palace Music

I can't get the sand out of my shoes
Being in Florida has done a number on my blues
Just the way the women walk round' here
Well, it's plain to see the way the sand and sea
Have done a number on me

And the sky is threatening black and gray
And the sun's a festering red
[Unverified]
She had risen from bed

So breakfast, again
Delayed, postponed, I won't be fed

The surf has swallowed him up
He's a memory now
The water is warmer
Then it has been for weeks

Grandma lives just down the road
She making supper for me tonight
She's been nice to me since '73
When his son lost his life


And now his ghost is a rising host
Above the blinding blur
I would have assume 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, [unverified]
Seems she's sewn to the seat
It's a dirty old trick that I'm yet to lick
And she's yet to beat

And you can see it in her eyes
She was born unwise, she was born for me
And she morns too long
I'll know something is wrong and I'll leave her be

I can see it in his shoes
He was born to lose
He was born for me