Driving down the interstate
Running thirty minutes late
Singing Margaritaville and minding my own
Some foreign car drivin' dude with the road rage attitude
Pulled up beside me talking on his cell phone
He started yelling at me like I did something wrong
He flipped me the bird an' then he was gone











Some beach
Somewhere
There's a big umbrella casting shade over a empty chair
Palm trees are a-growing and a warm breezes a blowing
I picture myself sitting there
On Some beach, somewhere











I circled the parking lot trying to find a spot
Just big enough I could park my old truck
A man with a big cigar was getting into his car
I stopped and I waited for him to back up
From out of no where a Mercedes Benz
Came cursing up and whipped right in











Some beach
Somewhere
There's no where to go when you got all day to get there
There's cold margaritas and
Hot Senoritas smiling with long dark hair
On some beach
Somewhere











I sit in that waiting room
It seemed like all afternoon
The nurse finally said doc's ready for you
you're won't feel a thing we'll give you some novivcane
That tooth will be fine in a minute or two
But he stuck that needle down deep in my gum
And he started drilling before I was numb











Some beach
Somewhere
There's a beautiful sunset burning up the atsmosphere
There's music and dancing and lovers romancing
In the soft evening air
On some beach
Somewhere
On some beach, somewhere














Song For Your Enjoyment


Some Beach


Blake Shelton







July 14, 2006