West Palm Beach

I can't get the sand out of my shoes
 Being in Florida has done a number on my blues
 Just the way the women walk round' here
 Well, it's plain to see the way the sand and sea
 Have done a number on me
 And the sky is threatening black and gray
 And the sun's a festering red
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 She had risen from bed
 So breakfast, again
 Delayed, postponed, I won't be fed
 The surf has swallowed him up
 He's a memory now
 The water is warmer
 Then it has been for weeks
 Grandma lives just down the road
 She making supper for me tonight
 She's been nice to me since '73
 When his son lost his life
 And now his ghost is a rising host
 Above the blinding blur
 I would have assume some maid would swoon
 And his soul would capture her
 He's still a fine kid
 What with all that he did
 He's a fan of mine
 I wasn't planning to spend
 So long in town
 But the break in the weather
 Has got the partner down
 She won't get out, [unverified]
 Seems she's sewn to the seat
 It's a dirty old trick that I'm yet to lick
 And she's yet to beat
 And you can see it in her eyes
 She was born unwise, she was born for me
 And she morns too long
 I'll know something is wrong and I'll leave her be
 I can see it in his shoes
 He was born to lose
 He was born for me