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Artist emulated: Jimmy Buffet
Dedicated to all my friends I met through the Coalition of Graduate Employees at Oregon State University.
For six years, I used to visit the Oregon coast to bond with some truly incredible humans. That may be a little north for Jimmy Buffett's tastes, but I'm sure he would approve of our beach house antics -- particularly our tradition of running into the Pacific Ocean at the stroke of midnight.
Guitar by PigFarmer, Jr. Thank you so much for helping me out with this track.
lyrics
Get up at dawn, head for the coast,
Drive to the west through the valley so green,
Rent us a shack, close to the beach,
It says it sleeps four, but we brought fourteen.
Leave your clothes inside,
The moon is our guide,
As we head for the beach, take my hand.
Solidarity,
We march to the sea,
And our hymn never sounded so grand.
The party's all here, we're tapping the kegs,
Wrestling on tables, we're young and we're brash.
Sun's coming up, I wander the surf,
The hot tub assembly has caught a new rash.
Leave your clothes inside,
The moon is our guide,
As we head for the beach, take my hand.
Solidarity,
We march to the sea,
And our hymn never sounded so grand.
Wake up at noon, hit the cafe,
Finish a handle, and get the house neat.
We'll be here again, just give it a year,
It's time to move on, in heads, hearts, and feet.
Leave your clothes inside,
The moon is our guide,
As we head for the beach, take my hand.
Solidarity,
We march to the sea,
And our hymn never sounded so grand.
Solidarity,
We march to the sea,
And our hymn never sounded so grand.
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