We went to the beach And we went to the beach Every year, the middle of June We crammed into that Astro van Tighter than a can of sardines We fought in the back And dad got mad And mama rolled the windows down "Y'all smell the salt of the beach?"

Want to be free, got be free, want to be free, got be free Free, free, free So I'd be young and free Daddy made a way for me He paved a road so my burden is lighter And Momma did just the same Dropping love just like rain Knew she could make it right