Shiner beer in my hand,
the sun is shining on the sand,
gulf waves crash a Texas beach,
good times are within my reach.

Canopy up to block the sun,
tossing washers lots of fun,
truck backed up and radio playing,
oil heating for the trout I'm slaying.

Teenagers tossing a blue frisbee,
dolphin swims by wild and free,
dragon kite flies overhead,
naptime on a beach towel bed.

The tide falls time to crab,
catch as many as you can grab,
watch those claws they pinch like hell,
waters boiling ring the bell.

From blue to red the crab is ready,
trout is fried and holding steady,
grab a beer its time to eat,
fresh seafood is quite the treat.

The sun goes down, glow sticks come out,
the children run and scream and shout,
adults gather by a driftwood fire,
laugh and drink and conspire.