Exile on Myrtle Beach

EXILE ON MYRTLE BEACH

from the album A SAD CLOWN
by Julie Christensen & Stone Cupid

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Exile On Myrtle Beach 5:33
© Darrin Bradbury ASCAP
lead vocal Julie Christensen
guitar: Chris Tench
guitar: Julie
resonator, resonator slide: Sergio Webb
acoustic bass: Jeff Turmes
snare, cymbal: Steve Latanation
backup vocals: Renée Wahl, Brett Ryan Stewart, Julie


EXILE ON MYRTLE BEACH © Darrin Bradbury

I was countin’ roaches in a Chicken Shack
Down on Myrtle Beach
The sun to my back
Got caught stealin’ hubcaps off a Pontiac
Yeah, and here I am

Skippin’ stones and watchin’ birds
Headed from Albuquerque
And I made a wrong turn
So I picked up some cardboard
And I wrote down some words
Someone said it was a sign

Yeah well, you and me
Yeah we’re off scot-free
Like Bruce on a bike with some boardwalk queen
They two lanes’ll take you anywhere,
But I guess they’ll take you on down
Down past Myrtle Beach

I saw Richard Pryor throw a stone into the ocean
Had a couple new jokes
But none of them were worth quotin’
A couple good quips, yeah, and I guess that’s it
Nothin’ really on fire

I seen Elvis Presley down at the popsicle stand
Gettin’ cues from Andy Kaufman
On how to shake his ****
They’re doin’ a double header
Three night stand
At Fran’s Eastside

Yeah well, you and me
Yeah we’re off scot-free
Like the heads that roll off the French Royalty
The Revolution was nothin’ but a strong narrative
Great publicity. Keeps the tourists in Myrtle Beach

Well I guess I’ll keep quiet, like Ol’ Charlie Chaplin
Didn’t like the steak,
So I spit it in the napkin
It was too well-done for anything to happen
Guess I wanted somethin’ rare

But the ballgame’s startin’
So everybody cheer
You know it’s a good song if it sells som beer
You held me in the nosebleeds
Sayin’ “why are we here?”
I said, “why do you care?”

Yeah well, you and me
Yeah we’re off scot-free
Like Eva and Adolf in a submarine
Some folks say they’re in Buenos Aires
But I’ve seen ‘em both chompin’ on hot dogs
And strollin’ down Myrtle Beach

Yeah well, you and me
Yeah we’re off scot-free
Like Bruce on a bike with some boardwalk queen
They two lanes’ll take you anywhere,
But I guess they’ll take you on down
Down past Myrtle Beach