Last Sunset at Terra-Ceia Bay

I watched my last sunset at Terra-cia Bay

Left the heat and the trouble just to drift away (mhmm)

With a pocket full of copper and a rusted key

There ain't a sheriff in this county gonna follow me

Now the water runs black and the Spanish moss hangs low (hah)

Where the outlaws run is where the honest fear to go

No regrets on the wind today

I watched my last sunset at Terra-cia Bay

Got a cabin in the marsh where the gators sleep

Keeping secrets that the river promised it would keep

Let 'em search the muddy shoreline,

let 'em search the town

They'll never find the anchor where my past went down (yeah)

Now the water runs black and the Spanish moss hangs low

Where the outlaws run is where the honest fear to go

No regrets on the wind today

I watched my last

sunset at Terra-cia Bay (ooh-yeah)

Terra-cia Bay...