The Beach Cowboy Folk Song

The skin beneath my feet is as soft as my hands

And all four are ready for a distant land

That can bristle, that can callus, that can burn and bruise

That can whisk me off the sands on a lifelong cruise

Western now, western now we ride

More west, till the ocean dries

I’ll chase these sands till I find a place

Where the sun no longer curses my face

My face, now my face, its softness is gone

It’s wrinkled and it’s tanned, it’s thick with brawn

As I dream of this heaven, I only think

It wouldn’t be heaven without a drink

Western now, western now we ride

More west, till the ocean dries

I’ll chase these sands till I find a place

Where the sun no longer curses my face

Waves lap the beach and I look on through

To the bottom, to the fish, to the murky blue

But I slap my head, and I laugh out loud

The ocean, yes the ocean could save me now

Straight down, straight down we dive

Far down, farther from the skies

I’ll chase these sands till I find a place

Where the sun no longer curses my face

I live at the bottom, yes it’s really quite nice

To live with the fish in paradise

My tank needs some filling, or I might see black

My lungs can’t take water, but my heart stays back

Back and forth, back and forth I go

Down the shores, living to and fro

The shores are my love just as much as the sea

For they let me return to my water with glee

I’m old now, and the sea floor is my home

I greet all the fish, they treat me as their own

For all the sands of the desert and the shine of the sun

Could never make me leave my heart’s only one.