The Grecian Urns

The Grecian Urns

 Seminole, Florida, USA
BandFolkPop

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Lyrics

These Shores Are My Home

Written By: The Grecian Urns

These Shores Are My Home

Don’t you just love this town in the summer when the sun goes down?
It’s not like up North when those clouds they always hang around
Me and my siblings always ride our bikes to Kapok Grand
Me and my siblings, we got blood that’s thick with sand, Oh yes we do

[Ooh, ooh] Don’t you dare take me from my
[Home, home] My home where the Spanish moss it hangs
[Low, low] My home where the Seminole wind you know it
[Blows, blows] My home where there’s sand beneath my toes

You say you know this place cause you got those mosquito bites
You say you know this place cause of Spring Break in ninety-five
Me, I was born here with those clam cuts on my soul
Me, I was raised here breathing pollen from a mean old oak

[Ooh, ooh] A hurricane will blow me from my home
[Home, home] Tennessee where those stone lines they
[Roll, roll] Tennessee where my hands get so
[Cold, cold] Tennessee so far, so far, so far from my home

California Diamnods

Written By: The Grecian Urns

California Diamonds, morning glass off hurts my eyes
Bobbin' in the lineup, wetsuit brothers at low tide
I remember traveling, back when I was a child
Flagstaff, Arizona- flat top city, darker pile
Up in Colorado, the Rocky Mountains on my mind

I can't just leave all those, I can't just leave all those,
I can't just leave good old times!
I can't just leave all those, I can't just leave all those,
I can't just leave good old times!

Looking for high-flyers, park the van it's Roswell time
Reading through the Bible, Pentateuch by the stair light
All of the sudden, the pacific rises up like a blue giant!

I can't just leave all those, I can't just leave all those,
I can't just leave good old times!
I can't just leave all those, I can't just leave all those,
I can't just leave good old times!

California Diamonds

Written By: The Grecian Urns

California Diamonds, morning glass off hurts my eyes
Bobbin' in the lineup, wetsuit brothers at low tide
I remember traveling, back when I was a child
Flagstaff, Arizona- flat top city, darker pile
Up in Colorado, the Rocky Mountains on my mind

I can't just leave all those, I can't just leave all those,
I can't just leave good old times!
I can't just leave all those, I can't just leave all those,
I can't just leave good old times!

Looking for high-flyers, park the van it's Roswell time
Reading through the Bible, Pentateuch by the stair light
All of the sudden, the pacific rises up like a blue giant!

I can't just leave all those, I can't just leave all those,
I can't just leave good old times!
I can't just leave all those, I can't just leave all those,
I can't just leave good old times!