South Coast of Texas

Clark Guy

The south coast of Texas is a thin slice of life 
It' s salty and hard it it stern as a knife 
Where the wind is for blwon' up hurricanes for showin' 
The snakes how to swim and the trees how to lean 

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 Campche 
And the deck hands are singin' adios Jole Blon 

There's snowbirds in search of that sunshine and night life 
And fond of greasin' palms down the beach as they're goin' 
This livin' on the edge of the waters of the world 
Demands the dignity of whooping cranes and 
The likes of Gilbert Roland 

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 Campche 
And the deck hands are singin' adios Jole Blon 

In the cars of my youth how I tore thru those sand dunes 
Cut up my tires on them oyster shell roads 
But nothin' is forever say the old men in the shipyards 
Turnin' trees into shrimp oats Hell I guess they ought to know 

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 Campche 
And the deck hands are singin' adios Jole Blon