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Backstory:

Trip down the West Coast in a '57 TR-3...things happened.                                                                                                                           

Lyrics:

                                                  
  

                                                        COAST CITY
 
WORDS AND MUSIC BY BILL DAKE (ASCAP)
(c)  BILL DAKE MUSIC


I WAS STRANDED IN A SMALL COAST CITY
OLD WHEELS HAD UP AND DIED
FOUND SOME SHELTER AND A NICE COLD BEER
TO KEEP ME MELLOW
SUN WAS LOW
WINDOWS WERE GOLDEN 
THOUGHT I'D STAY AWHILE

STARTED ROAMIN' THROUGH THE CRISP COOL EVENIN'
IN SEARCH OF SALTY AIR
FOUND A PATH THAT LED TO FOLKS COOKIN'
SEAFOOD GUMBO
FRIENDLY SOULS, ASKED ME TO SHARE SOME
SWEET NECTAR FROM THE GRAPE VINE
STEAMED TREASURES FROM A LOW TIDE

SOON THE STARS WERE WINKIN'
MAKING A BED FOR THE CRESCENT MOON
NAKED TOES WERE SINKIN'
INTO THE GREY-SILVER SAND DUNES

SOFT LANDED IN A SMALL COAST CITY
RELAXED AND SLEEPY EYED
DANCIN' CRAZY WITH SOME GIRL
IN HER AUTUMN COLORS

SPARKS FLOATIN' UP TO MEET THE HEAVENS
MARS EMBERS BURNIN' BRIGHT
WARMING SHADOWS AS THE TIDE 
SLOWLY EASES EVER CLOSER

LAUGHTER MELTS TO WHISPERS
SOLO GUITAR PAINTS A LATIN THEME
MUSIC'S SWEET ELIXIR
FLAVORS THE BREEZE IN MY SEA DREAM

I WAS STRANDED IN A SMALL COAST CITY

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