Beachin' - Jake Owen

So just watchin' her blonde hair, sun burnt, stare at them, white caps rolling

over

Laid back in a thrift store beach chair, droppin' limes in a Corona

Well, she looks back, yeah, she throws me a kiss, like «Honey, I sure want you.»

And it’s a hundred and three between her and me and only 92 in Daytona

And it’s sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rollin'

White sand, cold can, koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling

Chillin', breezing, sippin', singin' whoa

Beachin'

We got 2-for-1s, we’re at a Margarita bar, whatever happens happens

And there’s a reggae band, full of dread heads, just sittin' in the corner

laughin'

Well, my baby walks over, drops a 20 in a jar, she smiles and shakes it at me

Yeah, she gets 'em goin', she gets 'em playin' a little «Don't Worry, Be Happy»

And it’s sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rollin'

White sand, cold can, koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling

Chillin', breezing, sippin', singin' whoa

Beachin'

Ha ha aww yeah… a little palm tree leaning

I got a Margarita here in my hand, doin' a little drinkin'

Talkin' 'bout sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rollin'

White sand, cold can, koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling

Chillin', breezing, sippin', singin' whoa,

Beachin'

Sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rollin'

White sand, cold can, koozie in my hand