Daughters Of The Northern Coast (Live)

Ain't nothing like the windy city Where the station wagon died Where the wild dogs meet the fences And the horsemen, fences ride Where the flatlands become flatlands And the caravans collide I'm just sittin' 'neath the mango Running a tide Took a ride on a bin - train Fifty cars or more They say the heads are just insane But it's to risky to score Sittin' on the lawn with Andrea Draggin' the line for big red Everyone looks better with a suntan Easier to get you into bed Chorus Daughters of the Northern Coast Son's of beaches don't deliver the post You know the post is a ghost Lee Marlin went a - looking for a marvin While we were looking for a line at the pub Hey, and still the black man's starvin' No wonder nobody wants a job Helicopter over homestead Stirring all the young blades at night They're steppin' out there in the sultry summer evening Their pistols all packed And their badges so bright Chorus Took a ride on a bin - train Fifty cars or more They say the heads are just insane But it's to risky to score Andrea's been giving me a towel - down Standing on a palm beach shore If'n those girls keep a doin' that thing I can't wait for next year I'm gonna come back for more Chorus x 2 Daughters of the Northern Coast Son's of beaches don't deliver the post