Where the southern breezes blow

 I vote we go to the Gulf of Mexico
You and me by the sea
Palm trees call me, oh that’s the place I want to be

Down where the southern breezes blow
On the Gulf of Mexico

  I can’t wait to feel the sand beneath my toes
And I can almost see the sunburn on your nose

I live to work and work to live
Oh but what I wouldn’t give

A ray of sun and a little piece of beach
Where the sand dollar is the only currency

 Sunset on the road to dinner in Seaside.

 Target with palm trees....

Photos by Lynn R. Michell
May 2013
Words from 'Gulf of Mexico' performed by Alabama