The Beach

Me and Jimmy Buffett sitting on the beach somewhere in the shade
Watching the waves smooth out the sand
There in the distance I see a storm moving in
Mother nature, lost and found
The beach rolls on
The beach rolls on and on
The beach rolls on and on and on and on and on
The beach rolls on
The beach rolls on and on
The beach rolls on and on and on and on and on
A man is combing the beach with a metal detector
Searching for treasures in the sand
A lady dressed in white walks by
She's got a worried mind
I hope whatever she's searching for she finds
The beach rolls on
The beach rolls on and on
The beach rolls on and on and on and on and on
Yeah, the beach rolls on
The beach rolls on and on
On and on and on and on and on
So, me and Jimmy Buffett sitting on the beach somewhere in the shade
It's the salt, the tequila, then the lime
And there in the distance
I see the moon begin to shine
Mother nature, lost and found
The beach rolls on
The beach rolls on and on
The beach rolls on and on and on and on and on
The beach rolls on
Beach rolls on and on
On and on and on and on and on



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Bates
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