Red Clay Boulevard (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Dust on our ankles from the market square

Sweet guava juice and the humid air

You shake the brass bells fastened at your waist

Nothing to chase, not a second to waste

The sun dips low turning copper to rust

Kicking our troubles straight into the dust

Pre-Chorus

Hear that rhythm rising in the street?

Can you feel the fever at our feet?

Tell me who could ever look away?

Chorus

Meet me out on Red Clay Boulevard

Hear the rhythm beating loud and hard

Barefoot summers turning into gold

Never gonna feel the world get cold

Catch the music from a passing car

Dancing down on Red Clay Boulevard

Verse 2

Ripping fresh figs from a woven tray

Washing the salt of the heat away

You lean right in with that easy grin

Letting the warm evening breeze rush in

A bead of amber swinging on your chest

Tonight is the night that we love the best

Pre-Chorus

Hear that rhythm rising in the street?

Can you feel the fever at our feet?

Tell me who could ever look away?

Chorus

Meet me out on Red Clay Boulevard

Hear the rhythm beating loud and hard

Barefoot summers turning into gold

Never gonna feel the world get cold

Catch the music from a passing car

Dancing down on Red Clay Boulevard

Bridge

The years might pull the colors from the town

The rain might wash the heavy dust back down

But right now, right here, the earth is ours

Spinning underneath a crown of stars

Chorus

Meet me out on Red Clay Boulevard

Hear the rhythm beating loud and hard

Barefoot summers turning into gold

Never gonna feel the world get cold

Catch the music from a passing car

Dancing down on Red Clay Boulevard