Bella Coola Road, windows rolled down, Lakeshore Drive, making one more round, Canal Cove to Waccamaw Shores, Everybody knows what Saturday’s for. Swing by Lynn’s Place, fill up the tank, Cold drinks on ice and peanuts in the bag, Boat hooked up and the sun sitting high, Headed for the grass beds under Carolina skies. [Pre-Chorus] Pontoons, center consoles, old Jon boats too, Tie ‘em all together, there’s always room for you, Somebody turns the music up, somebody cracks a cold one, Out here on Waccamaw, we’re just getting going. [Chorus] Pull up, pull up, if you hear that sound, There’s a party somewhere on Waccamaw right now, Boats at the grass beds rocking all day, Good friends, cold drinks, let the music play. When that Carolina sun starts dropping down, You can smell those grills firing up all around, Then the golf carts roll when the daylight’s gone— Hear a crowd, hear some music? Pull up, come on! [Verse 2] Dale’s Seafood, lakeside table for two, Or twenty good friends if that’s your crew, Sunburnt shoulders and flip-flop feet, Talking ‘bout the day while we’re fixing to eat. Smoke from the grills floating over the shore, Somebody hollers, “Y’all want one more?” Porch lights glowing, stars coming through, But nobody at the lake is calling it through. [Chorus] Pull up, pull up, if you hear that sound, There’s a party somewhere on Waccamaw right now, Boats at the grass beds rocking all day, Good friends, cold drinks, let the music play. When that Carolina sun starts dropping down, You can smell those grills firing up all around, Then the golf carts roll when the daylight’s gone— Hear a crowd, hear some music? Pull up, come on! [Bridge] No invitations, no velvet rope, Just follow that bass wherever it goes, Turn down a side road, somebody’ll wave, “Come on in, y’all—we got room by the lake!” From Bella Coola clear around Lakeshore, Canal Cove down to Waccamaw Shores, If there’s laughter in the air and a song playing loud, Park that golf cart and join the crowd. [Final Chorus] Pull up, pull up, that’s the Waccamaw way, Grass beds rocking underneath that summer day, Every kind of boat lined side by side, Good music carrying across the water tonight. Cold one raised while the sun goes down, Grill smoke rolling and friends all around, Four roads, one lake, and we all belong— Hear a party on Waccamaw? Pull up, come on! [Outro] Bella Coola… Lakeshore Drive… Canal Cove… Waccamaw Shores tonight… Gas up at Lynn’s and meet us outside— If you hear that music… Just pull up.
