Got scars on my knuckles and salt on my skin
A rusted-out Chevy and a bottle of sin
Left my name down in Texas, my heart in the Keys
Now it’s long nights of runnin’ from who I used to be

I don’t ask forgiveness, don’t pray when it hurts
Just drink from the bottle, then chase down another pretty skirt
The ocean don’t judge me, it just rocks and rolls
And I find my peace in these little watering holes

Yeah, it’s beach bars and boats, driftin’ through days
With sand in my boots and salt in my gaze
Ink on my arm, and a list of regrets
I’ve been livin’ too fast and makin’ wrong bets
So I live on beach bars and boats with bartenders who smoke

The jukebox is playin’ some old George Jones’ song long forgotten
And I’m just sitting at the bar flirting with this girl… she’s from Boston
Yet, this stool’s been my only steady companion

It’s beach bars and boats, where the lost come to hide
Where you drink down regret and swallow your pride
With a tan on my skin and my hope goin’ broke
I lean on beach bars and boats with bartenders who smoke

Maybe one day I’ll set a new course
Trade the pain for peace and find some remorse
But till then I’ll keep floating through beach bars and boats
And raise my glass to bartenders who smoke

Yeah, I’ll die where the water meets whiskey and the coast
Just a man lost to beach bars and boats with bartenders who smoke