Letras
Early morning sun shines down
Full tank of gas, I'm heading south
Been with my love since yesterday
Wonder what the poor are doing today
Got into town about 8 a.m
Parked my ass right in the sand
That ocean breeze comes right my way
Wonder what the poor are doing today
Got rock and roll on the radio
Little Rolling Stone, little Billy Joel
Surf fishing rod and some waist-high waves
Wonder what the poor are doing today
I ain't got much money in a mattress or a safe
But these days I'm the richest man alive
Loving all my honey, oh, and dancing in the waves
Watching orange skies turn into night
Heading home with the windows down
Drove my love all over town
Can't forget what Grandpa'd say
Wonder what the poor are doing today
Wonder what the poor are doing today