All songs written by Danny Rosado, except where noted.

Beach Bound With My Baby

Written by Danny Rosado and Trish Schafer

 

Been waiting all winter long

Gotta write a brand new song

I bought my baby a brand new thong

Drives me crazy

Need a break from the city lights

Need a shot of Perdido nights

She’s up before the light

Me, I’m a little hazy

Just need a little time to be lazy

Beachbound with my baby

 

Pour the coffee and load the car

Her six bags and my guitar

She’s singing to CCR

Somebody save me

Interstate traffic moves so slow

Like we ain’t got nowhere to go

I wanna hit the beach by four

Cause I’m a little pasty

Ready for our time to just be lazy

Beachbound with my baby

 

She might give up a little love

If we hit the Happy Shack for that free hug

 

My baby takes me by the hand

For some Gulf Coast magic in the sand

Life on the beach is one big rhyme

When you’re living on Florabama time

This ain’t no time to be lazy

Beach time with my baby

Beach time with my baby

Beach bound With My Baby

 

Sailor In Mind

She came down from the north for the weekend

Looking for a tropical tan

Having drinks at the pier in the evening

She took up with a sailing man

Could have been the pull of the ocean

Or the salty touch of his hand

Swimming in a sea of emotion

She was never going home again

 

She’s got a sailor in mind

Her feet in the water and her heart on the line

Good men these days are hard to find

She’s got a sailor in mind

She’s got a sailor in mind

 

She fell in love with life on the water

And the feel of the wind on her face

Delighted at the birth of a daughter

A Marley tune settin’ the pace

Now that little girl is just like her mother

She can’t stand it if she’s not being bad

One day she’s gonna discover

That every girl wants a guy like her dad

 

She’s got a sailor in mind

Her feet in the water and her heart on the line

Good men these days are hard to find

She’s got a sailor in mind

She’s got a sailor in mind

 

She could have her choice of the wealthy last names

But she’s waiting on a man with the sea in his veins

Blame it on her mother or a life on the free

But the coconut never falls far from the tree

 

We’re headed up north for the weekend

Reunion on her mother’s side

This time next week we’ll be leaving

Sailing with that winter tide

 

She’s got a sailor in mind

Her feet in the water and her heart on the line

Good men these days are hard to find

She’s got a sailor in mind

She’s got a sailor in mind

 

She’s got a sailor in mind

 

I Wanna Be A Coral Reefer

Chorus:

I wanna be a Coral Reefer

Play my guitar with the band

I’m tired of pacing the cage

I wanna stand on the stage

Making music with the Man

I’m tired of standing on the lawn

But even if it all falls down

I wanna be a Coral Reefer

When Jimmy Buffett comes to town

 

I love the taste of Landshark beer

I don’t even need a lime

And my tin cup is a chalice

Keeps me high on good red wine

And I grew up in Alabama

Only rooting for the Tide

Wasting away where the waters collide

 

Repeat Chorus

 

They say my mind is like a jukebox

Full of a million useless rhymes

But it’ll come in mighty handy

If you forget your lines

And there’s a blonde stranger

Running circles through my mind

I hear she loves the Reefer

Both kinds…

 

Repeat Chorus

 

I wanna be a Coral Reefer

When the Parrotheads gather round

I wanna be a Coral Reefer

When Jimmy Buffett comes to town

 

On My Boat

Morning DJ fills my head

Slowly drag myself from the bed

Get my morning routine underway

Another day just like before

Thirty minutes and I’m out of the door

Feels like I’m living just for the pay

Swore I’d never take this road

Though my bags are empty, it’s a heavy load

Sometimes I just want to explode, but

 

On my boat there’s a big white sail

That rides the wind and dips the rail

On my boat there’s a fishing line

That reals them in most every time

Mai Tai’s and battle cries are keeping us afloat

I got everything I need on my boat

 

Winter wind chills my bones

Enough reason to get stoned

Put off my worries for another day

Boss don’t like my beach attire

I’d give anything if I could retire

Pack up my bags and just sail away

Sometimes I forget I’m grown

Cause you can’t run fast with flip flops on

But they seem to know my way home

 

On my boat there’s a bottle of wine

To raise a toast and pass the vine

On my boat there’s a damn good chance

If you stay the night that we’ll make romance

Sunny skies and alibis are keeping us afloat

I got everything I need on my boat

 

On my boat there’s a good luck charm

That keeps us dry and safe from harm

On my boat there’s a bottle of rum

That points the way when we greet the sun

Brown eyes and lullabies that my momma wrote

Yea, I got everything I need on my boat

 

St. Augustine

I’ve worn a lot of leather from the soles of my flip flops

Making my way down A1A, in and out of old surf shops

I spent the night in Austin, stayed for a season

Danced til’ dawn in Old San Juan down in the Caribbean

But the compass ‘round my neck keeps me coming back to

 

St. Augustine

Where the sun is hot and the air is clean

St. Augustine

From the castle walls to the Village greens

There’s no place that I’ve known that makes me feel at home like

St. Augustine

 

I cross the Bridge of Lions headed for the Conch House Lounge

The Flagler boys are making noise, making all the rounds

Back to the Tradewinds for the pretty senoritas

The travel lights are out tonight down on Hypolita

Everyone you meet is dancing in the streets of

 

St. Augustine

Where the lighthouse still shines from the coast

St. Augustine

Tended by the keeper’s ghost

There’s no place that I know that satisfies my soul like

St. Augustine

 

St. Augustine

Where the manatees and the turtles play

St. Augustine

From Fort Matanzas to the Bay

There’s no place that I’ve tried that fills me up inside like

St. Augustine

Where the treasures of the past convene

St. Augustine

A pirate and a poet’s dream

This aching in my bones keeps me coming home to

St. Augustine

 

Pirates Of The Potomac

Every Friday at five you’ll see him smiling

With the wind in his sails as he scans the horizon

For his brothers in arms, weekend cruisers

Modern day pirates and late night boozers

They’re rafting up on the river tonight

Rum and cigars underneath the moonlight

His favorite anchor is doing its duty

When the Admiral cries “Surrender the booty!”

 

CHORUS:

When the Jolly Roger whispers the breeze

Everybody sings A Pirate’s Life For Me

A ration of rum or two for the water

Better keep your hands off the Captain’s daughter

Just another day in the life

Pirates of the Potomac

 

With some inspiration from a falling star

He’ll take the dinghy to the tiki bar

Just a couple of miles up the Occoquan River

Maybe take a couple of years off his liver

Cap’n Dave is playing guitar tonight

He’ll sing along til’ the very last line

Then he’ll wait for the sun to come up

Take another sip from the Admiral’s cup

 

REPEAT CHORUS

 

CHORUS 3:

When the Jolly Roger whispers the breeze

Everybody sings A Pirate’s Life For Me

A ration of rum is good for the water

Better keep your hands off the Captain’s daughter

Unless you wanna make her your wife

Just another day in the life

Pirates of the Potomac

 

Every Friday at five you’ll see him smiling

With the wind in his sails….

 

Couch Surfin' The Keys

Written by Danny Rosado and Mike McAlister

 

Headed down south on A1A

Looking for some kinda place to stay

Got some good friends down Key West way

Where the water’s warm and the pirates play

Don’t need no condo, no cleaning fees

Cause I’m Couch Surfin’ the Keys

 

Slept real good for about the first week

Til my left shoulder started to creak

Got sunburnt on all four cheeks

Now it’s me or the couch but something’s starting to reek

Just my luck, they’re out of Febreze

When I’m Couch Surfin’ the Keys

 

Coming in late feeling no pain

My pal’s old lady starts to complain

She’s rattled ‘bout the couch and some god-awful stain

Well I stood my ground upon imminent domain

Some people just ain’t easy to please

When you’re Couch Surfin’ the Keys

 

Don’t need no condo, no cleaning fees

Just my luck, they’re out of Febreze

Some people ain’t easy to please

When you’re Couch Surfin’ the Keys

 

The Things You Left Behind

Fishin’ on the beach at midnight

Didn’t matter that we never got one bite

Our luck was washed out with the tide

Running down a dream every weekend

I guess I thought it would never end

Now I’m left with all this time

And the things you left behind

 

Like an old guitar burst at the seams

Still ringing with the songs and dreams

Of a gypsy soul that could not be confined

Postcards marked St. Augustine

Tear stains that will never come clean

A new tattoo that serves to remind

Of the things you left behind

 

Driving through town in a hippie van

Good friends, good tunes, and a beach tan

Everybody knows the Dude abides

Light me up a smoke if you got one

Gonna burn it down like it’s the last one

Cause everything fades away in time

Just like the things you left behind

 

Like an old guitar burst at the seams

Still ringing with the songs and dreams

Of a gypsy soul that would not be confined

Postcards marked St. Augustine

Tear stains that will never come clean

This old tattoo always reminds

Of the things you left behind

 

Just an old guitar burst at the seams

Still ringing with the songs and dreams

Of a gypsy soul that would not be denied

Postcards marked St. Augustine

Tear stains that will never come clean

A secret stash that I keep deep inside

With the things you left behind

The things you left behind

I’m still tryin’ to find

All the things you left behind

 

Beach Boy Coming Home

Made a plan and I wrote it down while the leaves fell to the ground

I have heard Mother Ocean call

I knew I could never survive another year of nine to five

Oh, the price we pay to have it all

This town is just a stepping stone to the only place that’s ever felt like home

 

I remember the smell of the sea and the salty waves crashing over me

And the Alabama sand beneath my toes

Taking that plunge on New Year’s Day all of my blues washed away

Baptized in the Gulf of Mexico

I swear I left a piece of my soul

Beach boy coming home

 

Cut the lines and I never looked back, the compass that I stole from Captain Jack

Always points to what I want the most

Like the peace of mind that can only be found watching the evening sun go down

From a beach chair somewhere on the coast

I think I’ll even disconnect my phone

And leave behind a state of mind that I’ve outgrown

 

I remember the smell of the sea and the salty waves crashing over me

And the Alabama sand beneath my toes

Taking that plunge on New Year’s Day all of my blues washed away

Baptized in the Gulf of Mexico

No tread left to wear from my soul

Beach boy coming home

 

Pulls at you deep inside

Kinda like the moon pulls at the tide

 

I remember the smell of the sea and the salty waves crashing over me

And the Alabama sand between my toes

Taking that plunge on New Year’s Day all of my blues washed away

Baptized in the Gulf of Mexico

Godspeed to from everyone I know

Beach boy coming home

Beach boy coming home

© Danny Rosado Music 2010