Two Feet On The Ground

Give me a taste of two feet on the ground, let’s go get dragged by the undertow; I want to sit and taste the ocean’s sound; Break apart whatever has you bound, I’m all revved up and I’m ready to go; Give me a taste of two feet on the ground; With palm trees in a salt breeze drowned, island time is a serpentine bandolero; I want to sit and taste the ocean’s sound; Stuck laid up maybe I’ve been clowned, then again there’s a force to my flow; Give me a taste of two feet on the ground; There’s sugar sand on this campground and waves trying to grab my big toe; I want to sit and taste the ocean’s sound; My soul is owned by the sea year round, living on the Gulf Coast you already know; Give me a taste of two feet on the ground, I want to sit and taste the ocean’s sound.