D Bm G A D
D Bm G A D
I've been walking Matagorda Bay, thinking about you the whole day
Bm G A D
Hot Texas sand under my feet and the waves of the gulf crush the beach
D G
This hot sun has got a way of making my beer cold
D A
Just like sun burnt children have got a way of making me feel old
D G
And all these honeymooners man I'm feeling alone
D A
So I'm picking up seashells, waiting on you to come back home
D Bm G A D
I've been walking Matagorda Bay, thinking about you the whole day
Bm G A D
Hot Texas sand under my feet and the waves of the gulf crush the beach
G D
Well the sun is glaring and the people are staring and the seagulls are singing along
G D A
And I don't know when I'm gonna see you, but I know I'm waiting way too long
D Bm G A D
I've been walking Matagorda Bay, thinking about you the whole day
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D Bm G A D
D G
Jump in my boat, heading out to the flats
D A
I've got my fly rod in hand, wading through the cool sea grass
D G
I've got not luck, spottin' tail and reds
D A
I've got no damn luck, getting you out of my head
D Bm G A D
I've been walking Matagorda Bay, thinking about you the whole day
Bm G A D
Hot Texas sand under my feet and the waves of the gulf crush the beach
G D
Well the sun is glaring and the people are staring and the seagulls are singing along
G D A
And I don't know when I'm gonna see you, but I know I'm waiting way too long
D Bm G A D
I've been walking Matagorda Bay, thinking about you the whole day
