Two Feet On The Ground
Give me a taste of two feet on the ground,
let’s go get dragged by the undertow;
I want to sit and taste the ocean’s sound;
Break apart whatever has you bound,
I’m all revved up and I’m ready to go;
Give me a taste of two feet on the ground;
With palm trees in a salt breeze drowned,
island time is a serpentine bandolero;
I want to sit and taste the ocean’s sound;
Stuck laid up maybe I’ve been clowned,
then again there’s a force to my flow;
Give me a taste of two feet on the ground;
There’s sugar sand on this campground
and waves trying to grab my big toe;
I want to sit and taste the ocean’s sound;
My soul is owned by the sea year round,
living on the Gulf Coast you already know;
Give me a taste of two feet on the ground,
I want to sit and taste the ocean’s sound.
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