Blake Schmitz - Drunk In The Sand Lyrics

Hooked up to my buddy's trailer and boat
Spring break on the southern coast
Alabama sure does make them sweet
Two shades sippin' margaritas on the beach
Ladies shakin' tan lines
Tipsy, four or five times
Jukebox plays a country beat
Cold beer in my hand, damn right I'm drinkin
On the beach catchin' a tan
I'm slowly sinkin
In the water, and on dry land
Either way I'm gettin' drunk
I'm drunk, drunk, drunk in the sand
Cowabunga surfin' shots of Malibu
Morgan screw up, screwed me up all before it was noon
And I knew that fireball wasn't for me
But I took it down savoury, cinnamon, sweet
Ladies shakin' tan lines
Tipsy four or five times
Jukebox plays a country beat
Cold beer in my hand, damn right I'm drinkin
On the beach catchin' a tan
I'm slowly sinkin
In the water and on dry land
Either way I'm gettin' drunk
I'm drunk, drunk, drunk in the sand
Damn right I'm drunk in the sand
Nice to meet you but I forget where you're from
I would remember but I was, I was, I was
Ladies shakin' tan lines
Tipsy four or five times
Jukebox plays a country beat
Cold beer in my hand, damn right I'm drinkin
On the beach catchin' a tan
I'm slowly sinkin
In the water and on dry land
Either way I'm gettin' drunk
I'm drunk, drunk, drunk in the sand
Damn right I'm drunk in the sand
Hell yeah I'm drinkin' again
That's right
I'm drunk, drunk in the sand
I'm drunk, drunk in the sand