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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #187
Peak in subgenre #16
Author
Peter Sproule
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Peter Sproule
Uploaded
August 05, 2004
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
A summertime tale of long ago
Lyrics
Anne lived in the Beaches
And her hair hung down like pure spun gold
I've never been so drawn to a woman I've known it's crazy
And her Sister was just as pretty
Pretty hard to know
Even harder to hold
I couldn't let her go but I had to because she made me
With the whole world on vacation
On a dock by the lake in the summertime
Watching paint peeling offa the porches
That's how we met 'em
In my Purple Rin-Tin-Tin
Man I wish I had that car again
You know I loved that automobile more than I loved the Lady
And the world had a shine like a dime-store ring
With the sparkle and the gleam of affordable luxury
Can we get that back, can we go back then
Can we just back up on the shoulder of this broken highway
Yeah Anne lived in the Beaches
She was wordly, wise,
With the kind of a smile that would make you wish you knew what she was thinking
Man she was miles ahead of me
And I fell for her like a summer night,
Clinging warm and soft with the promise of fornication
Suave sophistication
That's what they oozed and a case of beer insured we boys we oozed something quite different
Well we went to meet her Maw
She was the coolest Maw you ever saw
And we all sat down for a giggle and another dozen
And the world had a glow like a campfire bright
In the middle of the night like the burning in my sould
Underneath the dawn
Deckchair on the lawn
I was too far gone down the shoulder of the broken highway
On and on through the Summer's lazy days
Pitching shoes and singing Purple Hayes
Living large and driving way too fast
But what a perfect spell that summer cast
But something that damn good aint built to last
'Cause Anne lived in the Beaches
And a boy like me didn't have the fee
Didn't say the right words
Didn't rub against the proper shoulders
And laughed at by her Sister
Just a simple fool who got caught one night
Like a deer in the road in the blinding light of passion
Now the world don't shine like it did before
It's a dirty old whore and I've outstayed my welcome
But I want it back what you took from me
My working-class respect and sensiblity
What you gave to me I wouldn't have for free
Your jaded, jaundiced view
Well you can stick it where I just wont mention
Yeah I want it back what you took from me
My working-class respect and sensibility
What you gave to me I wouldn't have for free
Your jaded, jaundiced view
Well you can stick it where the sun don't venture
Anne lived in the Beaches
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