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Sand sticks to my feet, the sun burns high,

Cooler full of Coors, and a bluebird sky.

No pine trees, no elk in sight,

Just palm leaves swayin’ in the light.

But it don’t feel wrong, no, it don’t feel strange,

Trading mountain views for this ocean range.

Ain’t no Rockies on this beach,

Just waves that crash and the seagulls screech.

Drinking ice cold coors on a Thursday noon,

With a salt breeze dancing to a lazy tune.

Ain’t no Rockies on this beach,

But the peace I found is within my reach.

Tide rolls in, leaves foam on the shore,

Each sip’s a reminder what life’s made for.

No ski lifts here, no winter chill,

But this golden sand gives the same kind of thrill.

And it don’t feel bad, no, it don’t feel wrong,

Swapping mountain air for this ocean song.

Ain’t no Rockies on this beach,

Just waves that crash and the seagulls screech.

Drinking ice cold coors on a Thursday noon,

With a salt breeze dancing to a lazy tune.

Ain’t no Rockies on this beach,

But the peace I found is within my reach.