trying to reason with hurricane season with jimmy buffett

Kenny Chesney

Squalls out on the gulf stream
Big storms coming soon
I passed out in my hammock
God, I slept a way past noon
Stood up and tried to focus
I hoped I wouldn t have to look far
I knew I could use a Bloody Mary
So I stumbled next door to the bar

And now I must confess
I could use some rest
I can t run at this pace very long
Yes, it s quite insane
I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out and then I can go on

There s something about this Sunday
It s a most peculiar gray
Strolling down the avenue
That s known as A1a
Feeling tired, then I got inspired
I knew that it wouldn t last long
So all alone I walked back home
Sat on the beach and then I made up this song

And now I must confess
I could use some rest
I can t run at this pace very long
Yes, it s quite insane
I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out and then I can go on

Well, the wind is blowin harder now
Fifty knots of there abouts
There s white caps on the ocean
And I m watching for water spouts
It s time to close the shutters
It s time to go inside
In a week I ll be in ol Paris
Yeah that s a mighty long airplane ride

And now I must confess
I could use some rest
I can t run at this pace very long
Yes, it s quite insane
I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out and then I can go on
Yes, it cleans me out and then I can go on
Yes, it cleans me out and then I can go on