Gulf of Opinion
by Tanner Cove · Rock › Pop Rock · Made with Mureka · 0 plays
Style
trop rock, country rock, pedal steel, steel drums, upbeat
Prompt
Trop rock, country folk, warm laid-back male baritone storyteller, group singalong harmonies, steel drums, pedal steel
Lyrics
Hey now, hey now Sunday, five o'clock, bait-shop porch Screen door slapping, cooler full of ice, Big Earl says the East coast's got the history, Dolores swears the West has better light, Somebody's nephew says a lake counts too, Then every rocking chair turned to me. "You've lived on all of 'em, son, so settle it right." Well, hand me a cold one, I'll fight the good fight. It's a gulf of opinion, wide as the water, Everybody's got a coast they swear is the best. I'll take the Gulf, where the sand's kind of rough, But the shrimp'll make you forgive the rest. Water's the color of weak coffee, friends, Air so thick you can wear it to church. But Friday night boil, newspaper table, Hush puppies hot and a heron on the rail, Tell me a postcard that's worth it more. It's a gulf of opinion, wide as the water, Everybody's got a coast they swear is the best. I'll take the Gulf, where the sand's kind of rough, But the shrimp'll make you forgive the rest. Now the porch has gone quiet, the sun's going down, Earl's counting his bait, Dolores went home. Truth is, boys, I never judged the sand. I was six years old in that warm brown tide, Mama's hand under my back saying, "Quit fighting it, baby, just lie back, let it hold you." I still call her every Sunday night, Phone on my chest, floating. It's a gulf of opinion, wide as the water, Everybody's got a coast they swear is the best. I'll take the Gulf, where the sand's kind of rough, But it's the one that taught me how to rest.