No bad day on the Gulf

No Bad Days on the Gulf *The Thorpe Side* Hey! Sun's out, cooler's packed, Ain't no turning back! Traffic backed up on the beach bridge again, Everybody heading where the good times begin. Got a little patience and a full gas tank, And a whole lot of sunshine in the memory bank. Fishing pole rattling in the back of my ride, Got a couple cold drinks for the other side. Weather man says there's a chance of rain, But down here in Florida, that's just part of the game. And if the fish ain't biting, that's alright, We'll watch those dolphins swimming by. When the whole world tries to bring me down, I turn that reggae music up real loud! Ain't no bad days on the Gulf, Just good waves and a little good luck. Sunshine high, let the good times roll, Got a little bit of paradise feeding my soul. Ohhh, let the palm trees sway, Let the whole wide world keep spinning away. If the sky turns gray, we'll laugh it off, Ain't no bad days, no bad days on the Gulf! (Whoa-oh-oh!) No bad days on the Gulf! Stopped at the pier, threw a line in the blue, Caught a little sunshine and a sunburn too. Buddy swore he hooked a monster offshore, But the fish keeps growing every time he tells more. Afternoon thunder comes rolling around, Everybody scrambling when the rain comes down. Twenty minutes later, the sky's bright blue, And we're back on the sand like we always do. And if the plans fall through, who cares? There's a little more freedom in the salty air. Take a deep breath, let the worries go, There's a whole lot of living where the warm winds blow. Ain't no bad days on the Gulf, Just good waves and a little good luck. Sunshine high, let the good times roll, Got a little bit of paradise feeding my soul. Ohhh, let the palm trees sway, Let the whole wide world keep spinning away. If the sky turns gray, we'll laugh it off, Ain't no bad days, no bad days on the Gulf! Flat tire? We'll fix it. Rain cloud? We'll miss it. No fish? We'll fake it. One more day? We'll take it! Got a little sand in everything I own, But there's no better place that I could call home. [FINAL CHORUS – Big joyful harmonies, full band] Ain't no bad days on the Gulf, Just good waves and a little good luck. Sunshine high, let the good times roll, Got a little bit of paradise feeding my soul. Ohhh, let the palm trees sway, Let the whole wide world keep spinning away. If the sky turns gray, we'll laugh it off, Ain't no bad days, no bad days on the Gulf! (Whoa-oh-oh!) No bad days on the Gulf! Hey!