Whose Sole?
by Tanner Cove · Rock › Pop Rock · Made with Mureka · 0 plays
Style
trop rock, country rock, pedal steel, steel drums, upbeat
Prompt
Trop rock, warm baritone storyteller, group singalong, pedal steel, steel drums, cowbell two-step groove
Lyrics
Hey now, hey now Four o'clock Friday Four o'clock Friday at the gas-station rack, Three brothers fighting over one flip-flop stack. Mine were a size small, Cal's were hot pink, Little Ray said, "Buy 'em, they'll hold up, I think." Oh, I left my sole on the Gulf tonight, My sole! One flip, one flop, and neither fit right, My sole! Sunburnt, sandy, and a little bit sore, I left my sole on that salty shore. Saturday morning, bought a shirt that said "Shrimp Happens," A seashell lamp that broke before the clasp, Hot sauce in a bottle shaped like a crab, And a cantina band said, "Salud, amigo, you're on tab." A gull ran off with my last tamale, The left shoe floated out past the bay. Oh, I left my sole on the Gulf tonight, My sole! One flip, one flop, and neither fit right, My sole! Sunburnt, sandy, and a little bit sore, I left my sole on that salty shore. Sunday, five a.m., three lines on the pier, Nobody talking, 'cause nobody's got to hear. First fishing weekend since Dad's been gone, And I'm wearing his old cap, sun-faded and worn. It still smells like bait and a little Old Spice. Ray looked over and said, "Looks better on you, twice." So I left my sole on the Gulf tonight, Ours, Dad's, mine, Barefoot with my brothers in the morning light, Ours, Dad's, mine, Sunburnt, sandy, and I'm not sore, Left a little of us on that salty shore. Whose sole? Hey now, hey now Whose sole?