Palace Music - West Palm Beach lyrics

I can't get the sand out of my shoes This being in Florida's done a number on my blues Just the way the women walk round here Its plain to see the way the sand and the sea have done a number on me And the sky is threatening black and gray and the sun is a festering red And her head is claiming her stats ; she ain't yet risen from bed So breakfast again delayed, postponed, I won't be fed The surf has swallowed him up, he's a memory now And the water's warmer than it has been in weeks Grandma lives just down the road, she's making supper for me tonight She's been nice to me since '73 when her sun lost his lights And now his ghost is a rising host above the briny blur I would that soon some maid would swoon and his soul would capture her He's still a fine kid, what with all that he did, he's a fan of mine I wasn't planning to spend so long in town But the break in the weather has got the partner down She won't get out, she's shotgun, seems she's sewn to the seat It's a dirty old trick that I've yet to lick and she's yet to beat You can see it in her eyes, she was born unwise, she was born for me If she mourns too long I'll know something's wrong and I'll leave her be You can tell by his shoes he was born to lose, he was born for me