lookin back at my background tryin' to
figure out how i ever got here. some things are stil a mystery to me
while others are much to clear. i'm just livin' in the sunshine
stay contented most of the time. yeah
sing me their texas rhymes. now most of the people who retire in florida
are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch. and mobile homes are smotherin' my keys;
well i hate those bastards so much. i wish a summer squall would blow them
all the way up to fantasy land. they're ugly and square
they don't belong here. they look a lot better as beer cans. yeah
that's why it's still a mystery to me
why some people live like they do. so many nice things happening out there
never even seen the clues. whoa
we can travel and rhyme. i know we've been doing our part. got a caribbean soul i can barely control
and some texas hidden here in my heart. well now
i might have joined the merchant marine
if i hadn't learned how to sing. and on top of that i got married too early
and it cost me much more than a ring. but those crazy days are over
you've just got to learn from
the wrong things you've done. i came off the rebound
figured out it's time to have a little fun. well now
if i ever live to be an old man
i'm gonna sail down to martinique. i'm gonna buy me a sweat stained bogart suit
and an african parakeet. and then i'll sit him on my shoulder
and open up my trusty old mind. i'm gonna teach him how to fuss
and pull the cork out of a bottle of wine. yeah
i got a caribbean soul i can barely control
and some texas hidden here in my heart.