Orville Peck - Daytona Sand lyrics

Buddy, we got major blues
Another suitcase in your hand
I hope you brought your walkin' shoes
’Cause it's quite a ways
From what I understand

So rack 'em up, big blonde
I think I could’ve been your man
We watch the surfers as they
Whip on the strand
Ah, Daytona sand

Long hairs, slow eyes, I like your style
We both ain't got a job
I haven't seen my band in a while
At least nothin' seems to last that long

So hit the road, big blonde
Take me home to Mississippi
It's not that I don't care
It's just hard to make a plan
But, ah, Daytona sand

I'm not mad, for what it’s worth
You always take the dare
That’s what I learned
I'm gettin’ tired of this earth
But they say some stones
Are better left unturned

So what you say, big blonde?
Is that another whispered plan?
I've been around long enough to know
You can't trust a man
But, ah, Daytona sand

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