Verse 1 Sun’s coming up, coolers packed, Flip-flops lined up by the shack. Orange shirts and red and black, Laughing ‘bout the games way back. One’s yelling “Go Dawgs!” across the tide, Another’s got that Tennessee pride. But out here nobody’s keeping score, We’re all just living a little more. Pre-Chorus Bluetooth speaker, ocean breeze, Cold drinks sweating in the heat. Salt in the air, worries gone, Everybody singing along. Chorus Georgia fans and Tennessee fans, Toes in the sand hungover with a drink in our hands. Music playing, waves rolling in, Sunburned smiles and sun-kissed skin. Beach golf playing, somebody cheats, Everybody laughing with sandy feet. Around this fire we’re all best friends, There ain’t a stranger on this sand. Verse 2 Somebody missed an easy shot, Somebody’s grilling what they caught. Kids are chasing gulls all day, Nobody’s thinking about Monday. Football talk comes and goes, Friendly jabs and playful blows. When the sunset paints the sky, We’re raising one more toast tonight. Bridge The colors may be different, The hometowns miles apart. But the beach has got a way Of bringing every heart together. Final Chorus Georgia fans and Tennessee fans, Living this life just the best we can. Good friends gathered by the sea, Exactly where we’re meant to be. Beach golf, bonfires, songs all night, Stars above shining bright. We’ll head back home when summer ends, But out here… there ain’t a stranger on this sand. Outro Here’s to the waves, the laughs, the sun, The memories made when the day is done. No matter where we’re from or who we cheer, On this beach… everybody belongs here
