When I was young, in Oklahoma, We’d spend the summer Living in a swimming pool Dad would lift me, up on his shoulders, While away, the afternoon, He’d tell me stories of his childhood, and salt water
He grew up in California but chased a girl all the way to Chicashaw Feel in love and made a promise, had it all but he never forgot They built a home and had a daughter But he still missed that salt water
He missed the rush of the waves, the breeze on his face, the blue that never ends When I turned 17 I knew I had to see, so looked at him and said
Take me down to California We can lay out in the sun Take a ride by the ocean Count the palm trees one by one And I‘ll never have to wonder What it feels like Salt water
I left home right after college, kissed my daddy on the cheek Headed west to California, wrote him letters every week Fell in love and had a daughter She grew up swimming in salt water
Oh the years flew right by, till that phone call, in the night Dad was on his final breath I rushed home to his side, tears falling from my eyes but he smiled at me and said
Take me down to California Lay me out in the sun Find a place by the ocean Far away from everyone Kneel down, at nature’s altar, salt water Let the waves wash me under, salt waterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
