Winnebagos and Airstreams
All headed north in a line
Friends and relations on a coastal vacation
I sure hope they've had a good time
They're going back to their place, back to the race
They'll come down again there's no doubt
It's the end of the season, it's a pretty good reason
For me to be headed down south
(Chorus)
Down in Laguna Madre, cruisin' over the causeway
There's nobody here, the coast is all clear
It's my kinda of day on Padre
The 7-Eleven is empty
There's no t-shirt's for sale
The condo's are clearin', they boarded their windows
They're ready for the winds first gale
I guess I'm here 'cause I'm a nautical dreamer
Ain't got a boat, so I'll take the isle
Makin' friends with the seagulls, pickin' up sea shells
Not another tourist for miles
(Chorus)
(Steel/Guitar)
Think I'll see what's shakin' in Port A
I'll stop by Shorty's and have me a round
With one ol' skipper, a few bay shrimpers
They've been talkin' 'bout the fish they ain't found
Then the old man raises his gla**
Trembles as he speaks of the pier
Says, now there all gone you know, not to long ago
Remember when the tarpon where here
(Chorus x3 & Fade)