"Toes" lyrics

"Toes"

I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand
Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand
Life is good today
Life is good today

Well, the plane touched down just about three o'clock
And the city's still on my mind
Bikinis and palm trees danced in my head
I was still in the baggage line
Concrete and cars are their own prison bars
Like this life I'm living in
But the plane brought me farther, I'm surrounded by water
And I'm not going back again

I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand
Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand
Life is good today
Life is good today

Adios and vaya con Dios
Yeah, I'm leaving GA
And if it weren't for tequila and pretty seƱoritas
I'd have no reason to stay
Adios and vaya con Dios
Yeah, I'm leaving GA
Gonna lay in the hot sun and roll a big fat one
And grab my guitar and play

The four days flew by like a drunk Friday night
As the summer drew to an end
They can't believe that I just couldn't leave
And I bid adieu to my friends
'Cause my bartender, she's from the islands
Her body's been kissed by the sun
And coconut replaces the smell of the bar
And I don't know if it's her or the rum

I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand
Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand
Life is good today
Life is good today

Adios and vaya con Dios
A long way from GA
Yes, and all the muchachas, they call me big papa
When I throw pesos their way
Adios and vaya con Dios
A long way from GA
Someone do me a favor and pour me some Jaeger and
I'll grab my guitar and play

Adios and vaya con Dios
Going home now to stay
The seƱoritas don't care-o when there's no dinero, yeah
I got no money to stay
Adios and vaya con Dios
Going home now to stay

I'm just gon' drive up by the lake
And put my ass in a lawn chair, toes in the clay
Not a worry in the world, a PBR on the way
Life is good today
Life is good today


Thanks to Charlotte Overgaard Nielsen, candace, Cameron, Ben, Bruce for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Zac Brown, Wyatt Durrette, Shawn Eric Mullins, John Hopkins
Zac Brown recalled to Billboard magazine how Wyatt Durette, this song's another co-writer, came up with the idea, "...called me about six in the morning on my home phone, which either meant that something was wrong or that somebody was up late partying. He said, 'I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand and we gotta write a song about it.' That's kind of how that one started."
The video for "Toes" was described by Zac Brown to Billboard with the following, "It's epic. It'll definitely be memorable - land, air and sea vehicles of all kinds, and the introduction of a character named Floaty Boatwood. He's kind of a lovable, dirty Georgia kind of guy. He's the main character in the video, but there's some great cameos, too."
It was Shawn Mullins who advised to use PBR in the lyrics. Zac Brown remembered, "Shawn Mullins was there, too. I was interested in talking to him about working on some stuff in the studio. We played him what we had for it. They had some ideas for the arrangement. Shawn said, 'You need to be drinking a PBR at the end of it or something.' That fit, too."
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