"The Flats Of Pine Island Sound" lyrics
Lobo & Billy Aerts Lyrics
At Jug Creek around the sandbar
The sunshine on our backs
One throw of the cast net
The livewell is full of greenbacks
An osprey chick we've been watching grow
Finally made his first lift and flap
And off he flew across the crystal blue
Of the Pine Island Sound flats
In the turquoise shallows where we visit our friends
The blue crab, starfish, and mud
Put on a fresh bait, maybe catch a speckled trout
Take him home and fry him up in the skillet
It's Florida's contribution to a little slice of heaven
We see it all from the bow
When we're in three feet of water in a skiff, flying over
The flats of Pine Island Sound
Pelican wings shade that barnacled dock
Where the mangrove snapper hide
Drop a shrimp next to the piling
And pull him out before he cuts your line
Sometimes those jailbird sheepshead scoot right in
And steal your bait
But we laugh and say, "Hey, they got to eat too"
And we love 'em anyway
In the turquoise shallows where we visit our friends
The blue crab, starfish, and mud
Put on a fresh bait, maybe catch a speckled trout
Take him home and fry him up in the skillet
It's Florida's contribution to a little slice of heaven
We see it all from the bow
When we're in three feet of water in a skiff, flying over
The flats of Pine Island Sound
It's Florida's contribution to a little slice of heaven
We see it all from the bow
When we're in three feet of water in a skiff, flying over
The flats of Pine Island Sound
The sunshine on our backs
One throw of the cast net
The livewell is full of greenbacks
An osprey chick we've been watching grow
Finally made his first lift and flap
And off he flew across the crystal blue
Of the Pine Island Sound flats
In the turquoise shallows where we visit our friends
The blue crab, starfish, and mud
Put on a fresh bait, maybe catch a speckled trout
Take him home and fry him up in the skillet
It's Florida's contribution to a little slice of heaven
We see it all from the bow
When we're in three feet of water in a skiff, flying over
The flats of Pine Island Sound
Pelican wings shade that barnacled dock
Where the mangrove snapper hide
Drop a shrimp next to the piling
And pull him out before he cuts your line
Sometimes those jailbird sheepshead scoot right in
And steal your bait
But we laugh and say, "Hey, they got to eat too"
And we love 'em anyway
In the turquoise shallows where we visit our friends
The blue crab, starfish, and mud
Put on a fresh bait, maybe catch a speckled trout
Take him home and fry him up in the skillet
It's Florida's contribution to a little slice of heaven
We see it all from the bow
When we're in three feet of water in a skiff, flying over
The flats of Pine Island Sound
It's Florida's contribution to a little slice of heaven
We see it all from the bow
When we're in three feet of water in a skiff, flying over
The flats of Pine Island Sound
