"Mangrove Memories" lyrics
Lobo & Billy Aerts Lyrics
I'd heard there may be a storm warning
A little rain never kept
A [?] from his fishing
Wide awake at 4 o'clock in the morning
Out of bed grateful for the new day I've been given
Hop on my own [?] and I'm gone
Handle bars in one hand, riding wheel in the other
Down the alleys and sidewalks of saint peter dawn
To the shore where the mangroves hid all my sea creatures
I dreamed of those days when the early morning haze
Of the fog would lay soft on the water
So still and calm the only ripple to be felt
Where's the thrill of the pop of my bobber
Those carefree days never really went away
They're just stored in a place that I keep
In the back of my mind, where I can go back in time
To my mangrove memories
We couldn't wait for the summer
We'd go fishing all day, then what my dad would do
Is tell stories of outlaw and runners
Pulling up to the mangroves, stashing crates of their booze
Shirtless in shirts, and [?]
The sun tanned their skin to a smooth golden brown
Every day we go out I kind of wonder
If there still might be some of them old crates hanging 'round
I dreamed of those days when the early morning haze
Of the fog would lay soft on the water
So still and calm the only ripple to be felt
Where's the thrill of the pop of my bobber
Those carefree days never really went away
They're just stored in a place that I keep
In the back of my mind, where I can go back in time
To my mangrove memories
In the back of my mind, where I can go back in time
To my, sweet mangrove
Memories
A little rain never kept
A [?] from his fishing
Wide awake at 4 o'clock in the morning
Out of bed grateful for the new day I've been given
Hop on my own [?] and I'm gone
Handle bars in one hand, riding wheel in the other
Down the alleys and sidewalks of saint peter dawn
To the shore where the mangroves hid all my sea creatures
I dreamed of those days when the early morning haze
Of the fog would lay soft on the water
So still and calm the only ripple to be felt
Where's the thrill of the pop of my bobber
Those carefree days never really went away
They're just stored in a place that I keep
In the back of my mind, where I can go back in time
To my mangrove memories
We couldn't wait for the summer
We'd go fishing all day, then what my dad would do
Is tell stories of outlaw and runners
Pulling up to the mangroves, stashing crates of their booze
Shirtless in shirts, and [?]
The sun tanned their skin to a smooth golden brown
Every day we go out I kind of wonder
If there still might be some of them old crates hanging 'round
I dreamed of those days when the early morning haze
Of the fog would lay soft on the water
So still and calm the only ripple to be felt
Where's the thrill of the pop of my bobber
Those carefree days never really went away
They're just stored in a place that I keep
In the back of my mind, where I can go back in time
To my mangrove memories
In the back of my mind, where I can go back in time
To my, sweet mangrove
Memories
