Florida Days

Florida Days

I grew up in the land
Of sunshine and rain.
Never knew what to expect
Between lightning and hurricane.
My childhood memories are full
Of lazy beach days,
Watermelon on the 4th of July
Or soaking up the sun’s rays.
I can still remember those good ole Florida days.

Sunburn, sunscreen,
digging for clams in the sand.
Flip-flops, cover-ups,
sunbathing, magazine in hand.
Living in my bathing suit,
it was summer all year long.
Sticky heat, sand under my feet,
With Florida, you just can’t go wrong.

Driving over the bridge
on our way to Marco Island,
Fishing in my backyard
side by side with my best friend.
There were waterslides and football games,
or sitting on the porch blaring country music.
Yeah we talked all day about love,
but we didn’t know just how to use it.

Sunburn, sunscreen,
digging for clams in the sand.
Flip-flops, cover-ups,
sunbathing, magazine in hand.
Living in my bathing suit,
it was summer all year long.
Sticky heat, sand under my feet,
With Florida, you just can’t go wrong.

There were alligators,
there was barbecue,
there was the ice cream truck
in the late afternoon.
There were thunderheads,
there were waterbeds,
there was cool summer rain
washing over our heads.
We stayed outside til we were soaking wet.

Sunburn, sunscreen,
digging for clams in the sand.
Flip-flops, cover-ups,
sunbathing, magazine in hand.
Living in my bathing suit,
it was summer all year long.
Sticky heat, sand under my feet,
With Florida, you just can’t go wrong.

You just can’t go wrong…