This week Jim Adams has prompted us with Ankles/Hands/Feet/Fingers/Toes/Wrists for this weeks Song Lyric Sunday. I chose a fun beachy song called “Toes” by the Zac Brown Band which was a commercial cross-over hit.
“Toes” is a song co-written by Zac Brown Bands lead singer Zac Brown, bass guitarist John Driskell Hopkins and songwriters Shawn Mullins and Wyatt Durrette. According to Brown, Durette called him at six o’clock in the morning during his 30th birthday vacation while in Key West with the idea for the song. This is such a great drinking song at the beach where a Georgia man is describing his trip to Mexico.
The video was directed by Darren Doane and was released on July 7, 2009 (my son’s 23rd birthday). The music video was shot in at Daniel’s Grocery off of Pilgrim Mill Road in Forsyth, George and Lake Lanier northeast of Atlanta. Far from Mexico, but isn’t that what filmmakers do?
“It’s epic. It’ll definitely be memorable – land, air and sea vehicles of all kinds, and the introduction of a character named Floaty Boatwood. He’s kind of a lovable, dirty Georgia kind of guy. He’s the main character in the video, but there’s some great cameos, too.” Zac Brown
I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand Life is good today, life is good today Well, the plane touched down just about three o'clock And the city's still on my mind Bikinis and palm trees danced in my head I was still in the baggage line Concrete and cars are there own prison bars like this shit I'm living in But the plane brought me farther I'm surrounded by water And I'm not going back again Got my toes in the water, ass in the sand Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand Life is good today, life is good today Adiós and vaya con Dios Yeah I'm leaving GA And if it weren't for Tequila and pretty senoritas I'd have no reason to stay Adiós and vaya con Dios Yeah I'm leaving GA Gonna lay in the hot sun and roll a big fat one And grab my guitar and play Four days flew by like a drunk Friday night As the summer drew to an end They can't believe that I just couldn't leave And I bid adieu to my friends 'Cause my bartender she's from the islands Her body's been kissed by the sun And coconut replaces the smell of the bar And I don't know if it's her or the Rum I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand Life is good today, life is good today Adiós and vaya con Dios A long way from GA Yes and all the muchachas they call me Big Poppa When I throw pesos their way Adiós and vaya con Dios A long way from GA Someone do me a favor and pause for the Jaeger I'll grab my guitar and play Adiós and vaya con Dios Going home now to stay The senoritas don't care-o when there's no dinero Yeah, I got no money to stay Adiós and vaya con Dios Going home now to stay (Come on prop it up by the lake) With my ass in a lawn chair Toes in the clay Not a worry in the world a PBR on the way Life is good today Life is good today Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Zachry Alexander Brown / Wyatt Durrette / John Hopkins / Shawn Eric Mullins Toes lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Reach Music Publishing, Blackstone Entertainment
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