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

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