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)