on a sunday night under moonlit skies little city
by the swimming hole old and young girl sweet fine and pretty
cause that's the way they feel one of these few things that will matter
till the spill goes round and the gulf coast life has been gathered
now the toll is taken the trolls are shaken still maybes
marlin dolphins too kingfish amberjack and their babies
wonder how they feel all the people crying for mercy
mr. slick spins round then he drives his crown vic to jersey
when the day cools down think I'll have a cold one or two then one for you
think of how to stay true this world can't turn and then run babe
I won't see that girl more than once in a month of sundays