Copperhead Jones - Cold Beers and Tight Lines

A place I learned to fish
A paradise I sure do miss
Sanibel had the clout
But that's not we're about
A sailor's dream
Crack at noon charter
A fisherman's stream
We ran that water
I guess a pirate's life for me
Drinkin' my cares away
Out on that open sea
It was St. James City
That was full of memories
It's a damn good time
Cold beers and tight lines
I wanna fish on the sea
With a beer in my hand
But that mangrove caught me
Then the boat hit the sand
That prop got tore up
The hull was flooded
So I put clear in my cup
I guess a pirate's life for me
Drinkin' my cares away
Out on that open sea
It was St. James City
That was full of memories
It's a damn good time
Cold beers and tight lines
It was a damn good time
Cold beers and tight lines
A ragged ass saloon
We always left too soon
I can't wait to get back there again
Can't you hear it in the wind
I guess a pirate's life for me
Drinkin my cares away
Out on that open sea
It was St. James City
That was full of memories
It's a damn good time
Cold beers and tight lines
It was a damn good time
Cold beers and tight lines

Written by:
Zack Jones

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