Karaoké Daytona Sand Orville Peck

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 ah ah

Daytona sand

Long hair, 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 ah 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 ah ah

Daytona sand

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