(J. Cain)

Deep in a southern state

Beneath some shady trees
We had to lose our hats
And hang out in the breeze


I never sleep much
I don't have time to rest my head

Worn out my welcome
Now the locals want me dead
{I should have stayed in bed}


The downbeat
The dirty street

Then one day the strangers meet
And heaven is right before your eyes


Down on the ocean floor
You don't have time to think
And if you cannot swim

Well I guess you're gonna sink
Or just drink
drink

drink

The downbeat

The dirty street
Then one day the strangers meet
And heaven is right before your eyes


Right before our eyes


Deep in southern state
Beneath some shady trees
We had to lose our hats

And hang out in the breeze

{Would someone get that please}


The downbeat
The dirty streets

Then one day the strangers meet
And heaven is right before your eyes
Heaven, heaven is right before your eyes