Galveston

Little shotgun shack in the middle of the Heights
And the men on the front porch on this June bug night
Talking 'bout the week over a beer
Let it all go man- the weekend is here

Through the screen door Myla dances with the radio
In that summer's dress she looks so fine but she's got nowhere to go
To the old bebop she can whirl and sway
But when she stops, her eyes are a million miles away
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Let me take you down to Galveston
We can walk along the waterside
Lady Luck would charm the Balinese
But you charm me tonight
Bridge
Oleander dancing in the constant breeze
Seagulls squawking in the salty air
Come tonight lovers laughing on the Strand
Turn your head and they disappear
Chorus

Now where love comes from is still a mystery
But I know that I've found some the way you look at me
On West Beach we can go for a ride
And then we'll stop and wander out into the moonlit tide
Chorus