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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kristen Foreman
Kristen Foreman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kristen Foreman
Kristen Foreman
Songwriter
Nick Autry
Nick Autry
Songwriter
Alex Dooley
Alex Dooley
Songwriter

Lyrics

Traded in my dusty old boots for some flip flops and a week in the sand
Wasn't lookin to do much of nothin and I damn sure wasn't lookin for a man
But a captain in the crowd bought me another round and when his high tide rolled in
I should've rolled out
Cause what I'd tell him now
You're just a son of a beach in a boat on the coast
And I'm in Tennessee chasin a neon dream
You're a little more tikki bar but I'm more honky tonk heart
Wish on two different stars
Now I'm a little salty like that ocean breeze
So keep your stupid sea shells and your palm trees
That hot sand and those cheap drinks, they sure leave a sting
But nothin burns worse than a son of a beach
You're probably out there reeling em in just to throw em right back in the sea
But one day your sea will run out and before you know it, it'll be empty
And I hope that ship sinks
Cause you're just a son of a beach in a boat on the coast
And I'm in Tennessee chasin a neon dream
You're a little more tikki bar but I'm more honky tonk heart
Wish on two different stars
Now I'm a little salty like that ocean breeze
So keep your stupid sea shells and your palm trees
That hot sand and those cheap drinks they sure leave a sting
But nothin burns worse than a son of a beach
So go ahead and sail away with that wave
I'll find somebody else to hang the moon
You're just a son of a beach in a boat on the coast
And I'm in Tennessee chasin a neon dream
You're a little more tikki bar but I'm more honky tonk heart
Wish on two different stars
Now I'm a little salty like that ocean breeze
So keep your stupid sea shells and your palm trees
That hot sand and those cheap drinks they sure leave a sting
But nothin burns worse than a son of a beach
Written by: Alex Dooley, Kristen Foreman, Nick Autry
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