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Lets Take a Trip to Daytona (BMI)
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Come along with me on a trip to Daytona Beach, Florida for a little fun in the sun.
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Ronnie Bee's Gigabyte Band
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Country • Country General
Charts
Peak #43
Peak in subgenre #9
Author
Ronnie Bee
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Copyright 2006, by Ronnie Bee
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February 12, 2006
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MP3 11.0 MB • 320 kbps • 4:49
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Let’s take a trip to Daytona and vacation by the sea Leave at four AM, ¯ Take South Seventy-Five; Then breakfast in Valdosta soon. East on I-Ten to Jacksonville, South to Old Saint Augustine Stop at Pepperell, ¯ Shop for a spell Hit the coast on A-One-A. Stop at my condo in Ormand; we’ll unpack and stow our gear Rent flicks at the desk, ¯ watch ‘em while we rest Dine at Aunt Catfish seafood Take us a stroll in the moon light down on the white silver beach Jump in the hot tub; ¯ I’ll give you a rub; We’ll sleep like babies till noon. Blue cool water, wash over me in the sand Want to see palm trees ¯ white sails in the breeze On that Atlantic’s whitecap waves I want that salt scented sea air blowing my hair in the wind Pelicans in formation, ¯ gulls screaming indignation, Down by those Daytona Shores [Bridge, I Verse] We’ll take a drive to Lighthouse Point, early bird at Fisherman’s Wharf Eat Shrimp and Clam, ¯ on a wild rice bed Washed down with Killian Red Bet on greyhounds at the dog-track, might see the flea market too Then we have to leave, ¯ but we never grieve. We will be back next year. Blue cool water, wash over me in the sand Want to see palm trees ¯ white sails in the breeze On that Atlantic’s whitecap waves I want that salt scented sea air blowing my hair in the wind Pelicans in formation, gulls screaming indignation, Down by those Daytona Shores Down by those Daytona Shores Down by those Daytona Shores
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