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[Verse 1]
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.
[Prechorus]
But it don’t feel wrong, no, it don’t feel strange,
Trading mountain views for this ocean range.
[Chorus]
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.
[Verse 2]
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.
[Prechorus]
And it don’t feel bad, no, it don’t feel wrong,
Swapping mountain air for this ocean song.
[Chorus]
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.

Country pop male