"Edge Of The U.S.A." lyrics
Dodgers on the TV
They're up three to one
She's picking out a Petty song
Dog's on the run
We're tryna catch a tan
It's way up in the sky
I'm tryna keep it low key
She's tryna keep me high
That sun kiss gonna leave her all red on the white sand
And that ocean's blue, so I said
Kiss me, kiss me
Baby, what do you say?
We'll lay a beach towel down
In a little piece of shade
And there's a itty bitty little spot in the bar
Where the Gulf Coast breeze tries to play the guitar
And she's a happy hippy at the end of the day
She got her pink umbrella and her yellow lemonade
And there's plenty of fishes swimming all in the bay
It's just my baby and me on the edge of the U.S.A. (Aye, aye)
On the edge of the U.S.A. (Aye, aye)
The kind of day you don't get all the time
Picture-perfect kind of slice of American pie paradise
Salty water and a bucket of beer
Ain't gotta go nowhere
We can stay right here, yeah
Kiss me, kiss me
Baby, what do you say?
We'll lay a beach towel down
In a little piece of shade
And there's a itty bitty little spot in the bar
Where the Gulf Coast breeze tries to play the guitar
And she's a happy hippy at the end of the day
She got her pink umbrella and her yellow lemonade
And there's plenty of fishes swimming all in the bay
It's just my baby and me on the edge of the U.S.A.
Yeah we could be on a boat
Could be at the beach
Could be at a bar
Or underneath the stars
Or underneath the trees
Riding on a wave
As long as you're with me
Damn I got it made
So I say
Kiss me, kiss me
Baby, what do you say?
We'll lay a beach towel down
In a little piece of shade
And there's a itty bitty little spot in the bar
Where the Gulf Coast breeze tries to play the guitar
And she's a happy hippy at the end of the day
She got her pink umbrella and her yellow lemonade
And there's plenty of fishes swimming all in the bay
It's just my baby and me on the edge of the U.S.A. (Aye, aye)
On the edge of the U.S.A. (Aye, aye)
They're up three to one
She's picking out a Petty song
Dog's on the run
We're tryna catch a tan
It's way up in the sky
I'm tryna keep it low key
She's tryna keep me high
That sun kiss gonna leave her all red on the white sand
And that ocean's blue, so I said
Kiss me, kiss me
Baby, what do you say?
We'll lay a beach towel down
In a little piece of shade
And there's a itty bitty little spot in the bar
Where the Gulf Coast breeze tries to play the guitar
And she's a happy hippy at the end of the day
She got her pink umbrella and her yellow lemonade
And there's plenty of fishes swimming all in the bay
It's just my baby and me on the edge of the U.S.A. (Aye, aye)
On the edge of the U.S.A. (Aye, aye)
The kind of day you don't get all the time
Picture-perfect kind of slice of American pie paradise
Salty water and a bucket of beer
Ain't gotta go nowhere
We can stay right here, yeah
Kiss me, kiss me
Baby, what do you say?
We'll lay a beach towel down
In a little piece of shade
And there's a itty bitty little spot in the bar
Where the Gulf Coast breeze tries to play the guitar
And she's a happy hippy at the end of the day
She got her pink umbrella and her yellow lemonade
And there's plenty of fishes swimming all in the bay
It's just my baby and me on the edge of the U.S.A.
Yeah we could be on a boat
Could be at the beach
Could be at a bar
Or underneath the stars
Or underneath the trees
Riding on a wave
As long as you're with me
Damn I got it made
So I say
Kiss me, kiss me
Baby, what do you say?
We'll lay a beach towel down
In a little piece of shade
And there's a itty bitty little spot in the bar
Where the Gulf Coast breeze tries to play the guitar
And she's a happy hippy at the end of the day
She got her pink umbrella and her yellow lemonade
And there's plenty of fishes swimming all in the bay
It's just my baby and me on the edge of the U.S.A. (Aye, aye)
On the edge of the U.S.A. (Aye, aye)
