Biography:
Will Oldham (born 24 December 1970) is an American singer, songwriter, and actor. He has recorded under a number of monikers, including "Palace", "Palace Music", "Palace Brothers", "Palace Songs", "Bonnie 'Prince' Billy", "Bonny Billy" and his own name.
His music is often placed (perhaps inappropriately) under the genre of "alternative country". Oldham was born in Louisville, Kentucky. He briefly attended Brown University, and now calls Baltimore, Maryland home.
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[Intro]
Bb F C
[Verse 1]
C Bb
I cant get the sand out of my shoes
Am C
This being in Florida's done a number on my blues
C Bb
Just the way the women walk round here
Am C
Its plain to see the way the sand and the sea have done a number on me
Bb F C
And the sky is threatening black and gray and the sun is a festering red
Bb F C
And her head is claiming her stats ; she ain't yet risen from bed
Bb F C
So breakfast again delayed, postponed, I won't be fed
[Verse 2]
C Bb
The surf has swallowed him up, he's a memory now
Am C
And the water's warmer than it has been in weeks
C Bb
Grandma lives just down the road, she's making supper for me tonight
Am C
She's been nice to me since '73 when her sun lost his lights
Bb F C
And now his ghost is a rising host above the briny blur
Bb F C
I would that soon some maid would swoon and his soul would capture her
Bb F C
He's still a fine kid, what with all that he did, he's a fan of mine
[Verse 3]
C Bb
I wasn't planning to spend so long in town
Am C
But the break in the weather has got the partner down
C Bb
She won't get out, she's shotgun, seems she's sewn to the seat
Am C
It's a dirty old trick that I've yet to lick and she's yet to beat
Bb F C
You can see it in her eyes, she was born unwise, she was born for me
Bb F C
If she mourns too long I'll know something's wrong and I'll leave her be
Bb F C
You can tell by his shoes he was born to lose, he was born for me
Bb F C
[Verse 1]
C Bb
I cant get the sand out of my shoes
Am C
This being in Florida's done a number on my blues
C Bb
Just the way the women walk round here
Am C
Its plain to see the way the sand and the sea have done a number on me
Bb F C
And the sky is threatening black and gray and the sun is a festering red
Bb F C
And her head is claiming her stats ; she ain't yet risen from bed
Bb F C
So breakfast again delayed, postponed, I won't be fed
[Verse 2]
C Bb
The surf has swallowed him up, he's a memory now
Am C
And the water's warmer than it has been in weeks
C Bb
Grandma lives just down the road, she's making supper for me tonight
Am C
She's been nice to me since '73 when her sun lost his lights
Bb F C
And now his ghost is a rising host above the briny blur
Bb F C
I would that soon some maid would swoon and his soul would capture her
Bb F C
He's still a fine kid, what with all that he did, he's a fan of mine
[Verse 3]
C Bb
I wasn't planning to spend so long in town
Am C
But the break in the weather has got the partner down
C Bb
She won't get out, she's shotgun, seems she's sewn to the seat
Am C
It's a dirty old trick that I've yet to lick and she's yet to beat
Bb F C
You can see it in her eyes, she was born unwise, she was born for me
Bb F C
If she mourns too long I'll know something's wrong and I'll leave her be
Bb F C
You can tell by his shoes he was born to lose, he was born for me
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