Mullet nets rot in the sun's full glare
Oyster tongs hang in antique stores
We scraped the sea bones and we laid them bare
To build our McMansions on the shore
Take me back to a place that ain't no more
Way back to old Wakulla
Where the earth's soul bubbles up from the source
Where moss hangs like the flags of ancient ghosts
And the fiddler crabs form the only crowds...
On The Forgotten Coast
She birthed us all beasts of the holy shrine
Her water breaks on muddy soil
Shell shops turn the sacred into a dime
To buy a plastic crown to feel royal
Take me back to a place that ain't no more
Way back to old Wakulla
Where the earth's soul bubbles up from the source
Where moss hangs like the flags of ancient ghosts
And the fiddler crabs form the only crowds...
On The Forgotten Coast
Well take me back to a place that ain't no more
Way back to old Wakulla
Where the earth's soul bubbles up from the source
Where moss hangs like the flags of ancient ghosts
And the fiddler crabs form the only crowds...
On The Forgotten Coast
On The Forgotten Coast
On The Forgotten Coast
On The Forgotten Coast
On The Forgotten
On The Forgotten
On The Forgotten Coast
BRAVEWATER - Ancient Ghosts Lyrics
BRAVEWATER - Ancient Ghosts Lyrics
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Mullet nets rot in the sun's full glare
Oyster tongs hang in antique stores
We scraped the sea bones and we laid them bare
To build our McMansions on the shore
Take me back to a place that ain't no more
Way back to old Wakulla
Where the earth's soul bubbles up from the source
Where moss hangs like the flags of ancient ghosts
And the fiddler crabs form the only crowds...
On The Forgotten Coast
She birthed us all beasts of the holy shrine
Her water breaks on muddy soil
Shell shops turn the sacred into a dime
To buy a plastic crown to feel royal
Take me back to a place that ain't no more
Way back to old Wakulla
Where the earth's soul bubbles up from the source
Where moss hangs like the flags of ancient ghosts
And the fiddler crabs form the only crowds...
On The Forgotten Coast
Well take me back to a place that ain't no more
Way back to old Wakulla
Where the earth's soul bubbles up from the source
Where moss hangs like the flags of ancient ghosts
And the fiddler crabs form the only crowds...
On The Forgotten Coast
On The Forgotten Coast
On The Forgotten Coast
On The Forgotten Coast
On The Forgotten
On The Forgotten
On The Forgotten Coast
Oyster tongs hang in antique stores
We scraped the sea bones and we laid them bare
To build our McMansions on the shore
Take me back to a place that ain't no more
Way back to old Wakulla
Where the earth's soul bubbles up from the source
Where moss hangs like the flags of ancient ghosts
And the fiddler crabs form the only crowds...
On The Forgotten Coast
She birthed us all beasts of the holy shrine
Her water breaks on muddy soil
Shell shops turn the sacred into a dime
To buy a plastic crown to feel royal
Take me back to a place that ain't no more
Way back to old Wakulla
Where the earth's soul bubbles up from the source
Where moss hangs like the flags of ancient ghosts
And the fiddler crabs form the only crowds...
On The Forgotten Coast
Well take me back to a place that ain't no more
Way back to old Wakulla
Where the earth's soul bubbles up from the source
Where moss hangs like the flags of ancient ghosts
And the fiddler crabs form the only crowds...
On The Forgotten Coast
On The Forgotten Coast
On The Forgotten Coast
On The Forgotten Coast
On The Forgotten
On The Forgotten
On The Forgotten Coast
Writer: Leisa Pichard
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid