Lyrics

I wanna go back to the islands
Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin’
Give me oysters and beer for dinner every day of the year
And I’ll feel fine, I’ll feel fine

Because I want to be there
I wanna go back down and lie beside the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice
Fill it up with apple wine
Chewin’ on a honeysuckle vine

Yeah, the sun goes slidin’ ‘cross the water
While the sailboats are a searchin’ for the breeze
Yeah the salt air it ain’t thin
It’ll stick right to your skin
And makes you feel fine
It makes you feel fine

‘Cause I wanna be there
I wanna go back down and get high beside the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice
Fill it up with apple wine
Chewin’ on a honeysuckle vine

Now you’ve heard my strange proposal
Get that Packard runnin’ and let’s move
I wanna be there before the day
Tries to slip away and leave us behind
Leave us behind

And I wanna be there
I wanna go back down and die beside the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice
Fill it up with apple wine
Chewin’ on a honeysuckle vine

Yeah, with a tin cup for a chalice
Fill it up with apple wine
And I’ll be chewin’ on a honeysuckle vine