Chase Rice - Beach Town Lyrics
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Beach Town
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What Are The Lyrics For Beach Town By Chase Rice?
Carolina sun rays sinking on a south side pier
Cotton candy, salty kisses, and a couple stolen beers Your tan lines were the map for my hands to find their way And that empty lifeguard shack, we watched our innocence fade Caught in that beach blonde salt sand tide Ferris wheel make our ride Soaking the summer in, Coppertone glistening Tracing the tattoos on your skin One, two, three months fly Like a blink in your blue eyes Where young love rolls in fast as it rolls out In beach town Sneaking in and getting kicked out at the bayside pool And watching your tee shirt drip dry Middle of the night, that was so damn cool And sandals in your hands Swaying to the beat of an off beat cover band Spilling your drink, making me sink Deeper and deeper with every half drunk wink In that beach box salt sand tide Ferris wheel make our ride Soaking the summer in, Coppertone glistening Tracing the tattoos on your skin One, two, three months fly Like a blink in your blue eyes Where young love rolls in fast as it rolls out Florida State came calling Your goodbye tears came falling I said I don't want to go if you don't want to go So we just kept on stalling We kept on stalling Caught in that beach blonde salt sand tide Ferris wheel make our ride Soaking the summer in, Coppertone glistening Tracing the tattoos on your skin One, two, three months fly Like a blink in your blue eyes Young love rolls in fast as it rolls out Young love rolls in fast as it rolls out In beach town In beach town |
Who Wrote Beach Town By Chase Rice?
Chase Rice, Chris Destefano, Jon Nite
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What's The Duration Of The Beach Town By Chase Rice?The duration of Beach Town is 3:43 minutes and seconds. |
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