Tides of the Dirty Nickel
(oh-oh-oh-oh) Started down in Arroyo Grande
Passing through the eucalyptus trees
Grover Beach was cool and sandy
With a salty central coast breeze (ooh-ooh)
Cruising down the Dirty Nickel
Highway One is calling my name
From Pismo Beach to Avila's tide
No two sunsets feel the same
Shell Beach cliffs look out to sea
Watch the waves crash on the stone
Driving north to Avila pier
Feels like I am coming home (yeah-eah)
Cruising down the Dirty Nickel
Highway One is calling my name
From Pismo Beach to Avila's tide
No two sunsets feel the same
Five towns strung along the shoreline Like a silver-beaded chain
Driving with the window down To wash away the inland rain (ahhh)
Rolling slow, rolling free
On the Dirty Nickel road (hmm-mm-mm)