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(yeah) Got my boots kicked off in the warm white sand
Plastic cup of sweet tea in my hand
That heavy bass is thumping from a parked-car door We ain't dancing
in the tavern anymore
Out here on the shoreline,
letting it go
Saltwater breeze and a slow-groove flow
Yeah, we're living
on the coast Where the bass hits the hardest and the tide
moves close (sing it now)
Waves crashing down like a drum machine beat Salty water splashing on
my bare feet
No neon signs, just the stars above This is the kind of
coast that I love
Out here on the shoreline,
letting it go
Saltwater breeze and a slow-groove flow
Yeah, we're living on the coast Where the bass hits the hardest
and the tide moves close
Living on the coast
Yeah (mmm)