Fort Myers

It can go for days without waves
On these western bays waves come in waves
Western sunsets, western nights, and western summer days
Little town gets loud but not really loud
Always draws a crowd but really not a crowd
Always on my mind even when it isn't on my mind

Home of colored seas, rather high degrees, Tina Louise
We were gonna spend a new life with our friends
he died in the end
Now I know why people stay away from things they love

It may be right or it may be wrong
But at the Jersey Shore they play more Buffet songs
Acoustic singer's rhythm section-a game of beer pong

Flatter than a dead head who won't get out of bed
The clouds rise instead
As with fishing grounds sailors still go down
Just warmer when they drown
Now I know why people stay away from things they love



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Stritch
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