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Notes: My great friend Marc Mattix says this is the perfect song: it has buddies, boats, babes and bad guys.
lyrics
We was cruisin’ the bay near the mouth of the Choptaw
four hundred hours on the old Yamaha
fishing on the drift so the crabs wouldn’t mess with us
but something didn’t feel right to the captain or the rest of us
the sky was still, there were no seagulls flyin
the tide was slack, there was no sea line
we come around the bend with a little bit too much juice
wrong time and place, and all hell broke loose
I grew up on these waters, I am generation four
I know every ship that sails, every family on shore
there were strangers in our cove, and it would have been OK
but they didn’t look like farmers, and I doubt them bales was hay
but there’s a custom on the Choptaw, its the unspoken word
you come in slow without a wake, hardly even heard
but we flooded out that Phantom, put their product in the drink
then the Uzi’s come out poppin’, and the day began to stink
That old Yammie sputtered, she picked a fine time to die
in a twenty foot Carolina skiff, there ain’t no place to hide
I been dodging bullets all my life, but this didn’t look so good
we held out under water, long as we could
There was lots of commotion, propellers overhead
I thought I heard a chopper or else I was already dead
I was pretty sure this was the end, my lungs about to blow
until the U. S. Coast Guard pulled us up and said: “Boys, do you need a tow?”
I recognized that captain, we went to school at old St. Pete’s
got ourselves in trouble once and I took all the heat
Now I’m married to his sister, and on the bay that’s not unique
not a word about them smugglers, in the ocean they would keep
news travels fast on the Choptaw, like sound on the watertop
prettiest thing you’ll ever see was waiting on the dock
she got a sly sense of humor, about how the fish ain’t on the bite
and there’s nothing in our live well, but at least we’re all alive
credits
from Bed Bones and Bare Blues,
released December 9, 2014
Words and Music, Michael Garner
Vocals and guitar, Michael Garner
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