God Bless Panama City #1
From "The Muse Tree (Demos)"
Julean and the Rai (as Julian Rai)
Copyright 2003 Julian D. Rai (BMI)

VERSE I
We took a trip to Florida
With the promoter from a big concert.
I suspect we were runnin' way --
(I hear that nobody got paid.)

VERSE II
We set up at St. Andrews --
Parked the Jeep and waterbikes
With a tent as big as a living room
These two weeks should be flying by soon.

VERSE III
And eventually, our campsite
Swallowed the surrounding tents
Packed with folks from all around --
Even Nina, from back home, came down.

We were like the bedouins
When everbody else moved in.

PRECHORUS
God Bless Panama City, yeah
It's oceans wrapped around our tentsides
It's sand floor crawling up our backsides

VERSE IV
Enter young Melissa:
A fiesty Alabama girl --
Her tent just down the beach from me
Honestly, at first, she bothered me.

VERSE V
Then one night she surprised me.
Caught outside, by the fire pit
I admit I was interested
When she sent her little friend to bed

VERSE VI
And I swear I don't remember
Just How we got from log to tent
Or if I said in just as many words
It so happened I was virginal...

I was only seventeen
She a year younger than me...

PRECHORUS
God Bless Panama City, yeah
It's oceans wrapped around our tentsides
It's sand floor crawling up our backsides

CHORUS
...and it went something like this:
"There's a rock under my back."
"You got your elbow on my neck."
"I'm sorry I bumped your head."
"Did you or I come yet?"
"Can we just lay here naked?"
Could have sworn I was awake, yeah
'Till me morning had taken ya'
And in the morning, I felt different.

VERSE VII
In the morn I could not find you
Apparently, your parents came
Drove you back the road towards home
On the pillow, your address and phone

VERSE VIII
And when I returned to Dayton
I think I called you once or twice
But you had a boyfriend, he proposed
And I figured that's just 'how it goes'.

But I plan on travelin'
And maybe I'll see you then.

PRECHORUS
God Bless Panama City, yeah
It's oceans wrapped around our tentsides
It's sand floor crawling up our backsides

CHORUS
...and it went something like this:
"There's a rock under my back."
"You got your elbow on my neck."
"I'm sorry I bumped your head."
"Did you or I come yet?"
"Can we just lay here naked?"
Could have sworn I was awake, yeah
'Till me morning had taken ya'
And in the morning, I felt different.

God bless Panama City, yeah.
God bless Panama City, yeah.
God bless Panama City.
God bless Panama City.

(...and it went something like this:)
God bless Panama City.
("There's a rock under my back.")
("You got your elbow on my neck.")
God bless Panama City...
("I'm sorry I bumped your head.")
("Did you or I come yet?")
God bless Panama City.
("Can we just lay here naked?")
(Could have sworn I was awake, yeah)
God bless Panama City.
('Till me morning had taken ya')
(And in the morning, I felt different.)
Oh, yeah...


Lyrics and music copyright 1996, 2003 Julian D. Rai (BMI), All Rights Reserved.