Gulf coast nights, flounder lights

I'm back on the Eastern shore

With my history of wrecks

I think It's time to check

The crab trap of life once more



Need is a relative thing these days

It borders on desire

The high tech world is full of bright shiny things

We think that we really require



Sometimes more than others

You see who and what and where You are

I'm a one-man band with no Immediate plans

Tonight I just need my guitar



Don't need to feel important or famous

No limos or my little Nash car

One lucky man

With my feet in the sand

Tonight I just need my guitar