[ Featuring THE BOATCREW ]
At the end of the Brazos
Where it makes love to the sea
There is a place we get away
So hop on in and ride with me
We might get a little mud on the tires
But it's worth the trip
When that ocean breeze kisses my face
Followed up with your lips
With a little sand on our boots
Shiner Bock in the cooler
Let's head out to where all our friends go
Low tides and summer highs
Guitar tunes and starry skies
At the sandbar is where our memories grow
Rednecks in their four by fours
Turning donuts in the sand
Hopeful anglers trying to make that catch
While all the kids are playing around
We may not have bluest ocean
Or sand white as snow
But what we have we thank God for
Never ask for more
Then a little sand on our boots
Shiner Bock in the cooler
Let's head out to where all our friends go
Low tides and summer highs
Guitar tunes and starry skies
At the sandbar is where our memories grow
When that sun goes down under the dunes
And the chill hits the air
We gather driftwood to make a fire
And snuggle up without a care
And a little sand on our boots
Shiner Bock in the cooler
Let's head out to where all our friends go
Low tides and summer highs
Guitar tunes and starry skies
At the sandbar, is where our memories grow
Low tides and summer highs
Guitar tunes and starry skies
At the sandbar is where our memories grow
