Third Coast from The Port A to Port cd He said, I left California back in '76 the music died with Jimi Hendrix things got crazy in San Francisco But thumbin' cross the country, I thought I would freeze So I followed Buffet to the Florida Keys Where I nearly got busted, with a load,of snow white cargo But I picked up this boat, in a illegal deal You could say, I got a hell of a steal But I couldn't stay there, so I headed to Islamado But as a sea captain, I ain't worth a damn Out in the ocean I got all turned around Then I limped into Bolliver, with a hole in my hull I said if I ain't sinkin', well I must be swimin' If I ain't dead, I must be livin' Livin' is the thing, that scares me the most And if I ain't sleepin', well I better be fishin' If I ain't anchored I will be driftin' But all and all, I'm doing pretty good, since I hit my third coast Said I quit the weed, pokin' holes in my arms I gotta stay straight, weather these storms When they blow in off the gulf, in the fall of the year See Port Bolliver, was a blessing to me It gave me a chance to give it back to the sea I think god every morning when I wake up and I'm still here. chorus And I ain't sinkin' So I must be swimin' I ain't dead so I must be livin' Livin' is the thing that still scares me the most And if I ain't sleepin' then I'd better be fishin' If I ain't anchored, I will be driftin' but all and all, I' doing pretty good since I hit my third coast Solo: So you gotta stand up boy, If you wanna make ends meet 'cause the ropes to short when your on your knees you gotta listen for the ring, if you wanna answer the call. 'cause fishin' ain't fishin, fishin' ain't fun livin' ain't livin' less you feel like you've won winning ain't winning if it ain't worth the cost chorus See if you ain't sinkin' well your swimin' if you ain't dead, your livin' livin' is the thing, better scare you the most And if you ain't sleepin' well ya better be fishin' If you ain't anchored, you will be driftin' All and all, you'll be doing pretty good when you find your third coast when you find your third coast Yea, see ol'Jack he'd roll out of his bunk about 6:30 in the morning, say, "Larry Joe, I'm gonna teach you how to sail today buddy. You gotta get your sea legs under ya. You gotta roll with them waves. You gotta get right. Lord, you gotta get right." That's why I left California back in '76 the music died with Jimi Hendrix.