Eagle Beach

New friends like fires and charmers

And charmers only live to be free

But I could never see, what that had to do with me

I never met one

Well I'm going out to the party

With a buckle on my belt

To sing songs about heaven

To the devil himself

We can win the lottery, darling

You can be all over TV

Hey, I just wanna be

A real good pair of your blue jeans

But you never leave the house when you're wearing me

So I'm going out to the country

And I'll smile and I'll wave

With a handful of roses

For the good-looking graves

And maybe I'll shake hands with a preacher

Who will tell me I'm saved

Sayin': La la la la la la