Misc Originals – Bryce Mcmillan - Summer Time Breeze (Guitar)

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Well my ole man and me,

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went to a bar one day.

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He was hot and said son,

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I need a beverage-a.

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Started off with 1 margarita,

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2 margarita, and a shot.

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We were feeling kinda tipsy,

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So we went down by the docks.

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We heard a concert playing 

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and it sounded like Jimmy B

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My Ole Man took off running,

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And fell right to his knees.

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He blew out his flip flop and,

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Stepped on a pop top.

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He screamed, some beach somewhere.

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With his toes in the water

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And, ass in the sand.

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Told em to start limin,

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And unwinding then.

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A man walked up

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and asked if he was okay.

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We started conversatin,

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then he gave us the wave.

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1 round of

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Jose Cuervo

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And turned into 10.

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We lost count,

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so started counting again.

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Summer time breeze a blowin.

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No signs showin,

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Me goin to work in tha mornin.

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Just out here thrivin,

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and were unwind-in.

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All tha stresses and anxieties.

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Tha only worry we have is,

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Bartender,

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Can we have another please.

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We went back to the bar,

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that afternoon. They wouldn’t let us in

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Cuz of the no shoes,

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no shirt, problem policy.

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My ole man,

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found palapa bar.

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Set up speakers and then partied hard.

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You wouldn’t believe

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Jimmy And Kenney Should up,

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And Alan too.

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We Drank all day.

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Not a care in tha world.

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Partied like we were on island time.

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And saw a couple of good lookin girls.

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The sun started to rise.

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The music was still pumpin.

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My ole man started walkin away.

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Jimmy yelled Hey, Palapa Mac!

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Where do you think your goin?

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He replied, You can’t drink all day Jimmy…

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If you don’t get started in the morning…

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Summer time breeze a blowin.

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No signs showin,

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Me goin to work in the mornin.

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Just out here thrivin,

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and were unwind-in.

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All the stresses and anxieties.

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The only worry we have is,

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Bartender,

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Can we have another please