Third Coast

He said, I left California back in '76
the music died with Jimi Hendrix
things got crazy in San Francisco
But thumbin' cross the country, I thought I would freeze
So I followed Buffet to the Florida Keys
Where I nearly got busted, with a load,of snow white cargo

But I picked up this boat, in a illegal deal
You could say, I got a hell of a steal
But I couldn't stay there, so I headed to Islamado
But as a sea captain, I ain't worth a damn
Out in the ocean I got all turned around
Then I limped into Bolliver, with a hole in my hull
I said if I ain't sinkin', well I must be swimin'
If I ain't dead, I must be livin'
Livin' is the thing, that scares me the most
And if I ain't sleepin', well I better be fishin'
If I ain't anchored I will be driftin'
But all and all, I'm doing pretty good,
since I hit my third coast

See I quit the weed, pokin' holes in my arms
I gotta stay straight, weather these storms
When they blow in off the gulf, in the fall of the year
See Port Bolliver, was a blessing to me
It gave me a chance to give it back to the sea
I think god every morning when I wake up and
I'm still here.

And I ain't sinkin' So I must be swimin'
I ain't dead so I must be livin'
Livin' is the thing that still scares me the most
And if I ain't sleepin' then I'd better be fishin'
If I ain't anchored, I will be driftin'
but all and all, I' doing pretty good
since I hit my third coast

So you gotta stand up boy, If you wanna make ends meet
'cause the ropes to short when your on your knees
you gotta listen for the ring, if you wanna answer the call.
'cause fishin' ain't fishin if fishin' ain't fun
livin' ain't livin' less you feel like you've won
winning ain't winning if it ain't worth the cost

You see if you ain't sinkin' well your swimin'
if you ain't dead, your livin'
livin' is the thing that better scare you the most
And if you ain't sleepin' well ya better be fishin'
If you ain't anchored, you will be driftin'
All and all, you'll be doing pretty good
when you find your third coast
when you find your third coast

Yea, ol'Jack he'd roll out of his bunk about 6:30
in the morning and say, "Larry Joe, are you gonna learn how to sail today?
If you do you better get up.
You see boy, you gotta get your sea legs under ya.
You gotta get right. You gotta roll with them waves when they come in.
Are you listen’n to me? Ah you’re just like all the rest, aint listen’n boy."

You said, I left California back in '76
the music died with Jimi Hendrix.