The South Coast of Texas (Clark Guy)

The south coast of Texas is a thin slice of life It' s salty and hard it it stern as a knife Where the wind is for blwon' up hurricanes for showin' The snakes how to swim and the trees how to lean The shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints Drinkin' em down for they sail with the dawn They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campche And the deck hands are singin' adios Jole Blon There's snowbirds in search of that sunshine and night life And fond of greasin' palms down the beach as they're goin' This livin' on the edge of the waters of the world Demands the dignity of whooping cranes and The likes of Gilbert Roland The shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints Drinkin' em down for they sail with the dawn They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campche And the deck hands are singin' adios Jole Blon In the cars of my youth how I tore thru those sand dunes Cut up my tires on them oyster shell roads But nothin' is forever say the old men in the shipyards Turnin' trees into shrimp oats Hell I guess they ought to know The shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints Drinkin' em down for they sail with the dawn They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campche And the deck hands are singin' adios Jole Blon