Letras
Man there's something in this ocean breeze
It has a way of setting you free
Watching the palms swaying in the eighties summer sun
Takes me back to all those great island songs
When it's five o'clock somewhere just sitting on a beach chair
Hoping that the tide won't reach my toes in the sand
When the sun goes down we'll head into town
On some beach somewhere
Thanks to Mr. Buffett Uncle Cracky and Kenny too
No matter where I go I can always be
In the islands
It's easy to get lost in the blue and green
Watching the waves roll in from the endless seas
When it's five o'clock somewhere just sitting on a beach chair
Hoping that the tide won't reach my toes in the sand
When the sun goes down we'll head into town
On some beach somewhere
Thanks to Mr. Straight, Alan Jackson and Bryan too
No matter where I go I can always be
In the islands