Lyrics

(Champeaux and Cowherd)
Drink ‘em down boys you sons of bitches, I guess the next round is on me. All I ask of you now is my shot at redemption or a headstart on my hasty retreat from this sandy beachtown and this boardwalk saloon where the gypsies meet the sea. The jukebox is busted the band sounds too tired to carry a tune but outside the carnival music swells like a symphony. Then the clock on the wall drunkenly smiles last call as the waitress kicks out the stragglers that remain. She takes tequila she takes beer she takes their dreams and their fears and one by one pours them all down the drain. So say goodbye to shoretown baby, shoretown serenade. For the poets the dreamers the unspoken true believers the boardwalk is littered with promises delayed. Stay with me and drink with me it’s the last one the band’s gonna play so dance with me, dance with me the shoretown serenade.


The old men doing time down here they die slower than a ten year memory. For a lack of repentance they’ll give you the life sentence your jail cell is a bar stool and desperation is the key that opens the door to your secret world of shattered glass up on old 33. It’s one for the road hey bill be sure to take those turns kinda slow. Your punishment is living long enough to be secure in the knowledge they’ll never let you leave you’ll never be paroled from this place. With your hungover eyes I mean christ why even try, you’re a pathetic barfly another nameless face. Say goodbye to shoretown baby, shoretown serenade. For the poets the dreamers the unspoken true believers the boardwalk is littered with promises delayed. Stay with me and drink with me it’s the last one the band’s gonna play. Dance with me, dance with me the shoretown serenade…..