Indian Pass

I hear the surf through a tattered screen door

an old single wide trailor, I don't need much more

Got a little spot near the ramp out at Indian Pass

My first year down here aint been too bad

The gigs slow way down this time of year.

I ain't too proud to play for tips and beer

The tourist season can't get back fast enough

Something's gotta give, times are mighty tough

I still catch her scent on the wind

Kinda like some ol habit I'd gladly start up again

Them cigarettes make me cough,

this bullshit weed don't get me off

And I quit that cocaine a long time ago

The booze and me still dance,

and I'd howl at the moon given half a chance

standing out in the middle of a big ol cow pasture

 

I hear folks come down here to find themselves or hide

Guess I've done both and maganged some peace of mind

Didn't know she'd come and go so fast

Dwelling in a tourist town, nothing's meant to last

 

I still catch her scent on the wind

Kinda like some ol habit I'd gladly start up again

Them cigarettes make me cough,

this bullshit weed don't get me off

And I quit that cocaine a long time ago

The booze and me still dance,

and I'd howl at the moon givin half a chance

Staring out over the Indian Lagoon