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Songs from
Dream On Down to the Keys:

 And the Women
 Crystal Lake
 Dream On Down to the Keys
 Eddie's Edgewater
 Have You a Taste
 Mumble Beach
 Out of Sight of Land
 Ride the Tide
 Stocking Island
 Tropical Fling
Blue Island Beer Club

Out of Sight of Land

Words and Music by Colin Ward

Sailing down to the Bahamas
Wearing my pajamas,
Did you know that I sleep in the nude?
Sipping cappuccino,
Aboard the Palamino,
Iím getting in a tropical mood

Time to head down island,
Where the crowds never go,
Drop the hook off a lonely beach
A paradise that nobody knows

Cruising down from the cold white north,
Toward the palm trees and soft white sands
Fishing line streaming out behind,
Nothing like being out of sight of land

Soon be seeing Bimini,
The oceanís looking creamy,
Whitecaps blown by the breeze,
Sailing on to Nassau,
Motion like a seesaw,
One of those days you have to seize

Time to head down island,
Where the crowds never go,
Drop the hook off a lonely beach
A paradise that nobody knows

Cruising down from the cold white north,
Toward the palm trees and soft white sands
Fishing line streaming out behind,
Nothing like being out of sight of land

No more stupor
No more drama
Nassau groupers,
Allanís iguanas,
Gin clear water,
Better in the Bahamas

Time to head down island,
Where the crowds never go,
Drop the hook off a lonely beach
A paradise that nobody knows

Cruising down from the cold white north,
Toward the palm trees and soft white sands
Fishing line streaming out behind,
Nothing like being out of sight of land



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 © 2012 Bruce Kula and Colin Ward