Story Behind The Song
I work in a tough office environment. Lots of layoffs and nervousness. A co-worker described to me how he dealt with it and this is what came out.
Song Description
Hard-workin man uses his weekend getaway to refresh the soul and rekindle the spirits by remembering his priorities
Song Length |
2:42 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Relaxed, Blissful |
Subject |
Spirituality, Beach |
Similar Artists |
Clint Black |
Language |
English |
Era |
1960 - 1969 |
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Lyrics
Verse 1
Sunday, I?m headin? down
Gotta get a head start outta town
Passin? every big car, big house, big boat
I don?t own
A sixty hour week
Somehow ain?t enough to get me there
Workin? for the big cheese with the big cigar
Sittin? in the big chair
Pre-chorus 1
But as I hit the beach and unwind my nerves
With the line on my reel
I get lost in the rhythm of the rollin? surf
And all that big stuff disappears
Chorus
On Matagorda Bay
I ?m casting all my heavy troubles out
Riding the sand to the seven-mile cut
To that elusive trout
On Matagorda Bay
Just bein? a good ol? boy is good enough
The rising sun reminds me
The best part of life is the little stuff
Verse 2
Sundown, goin? back to town
Feelin? like I?m on the rebound
Passing every big car, big house, big boat
Don?t bother me anymore
It?s time to get home and see the little things
That mean a lot more than that to me
Little hands, little feet, little smiles
Waitin? there to wrap a big hug around me
Pre-chorus 2
Today I hit the beach and unwound my nerves
With the line on my reel
I got lost in the rhythm of the rollin? surf
And all that big stuff disappeared
Chorus