Cover art for Winter Traffic

All songs  /  David Alan Graham

Winter Traffic

Flip-flops and brake lights, and I kind of get it now.

D♭ major~152 BPM4/44:00Beach Country
Capo 1 — play the shapes in C and it sounds in D♭ major. Much easier than fingering D♭ major straight.
Play Winter Traffic

Verse 1

By ten a.m. the bridge is backed up slow
Rental Jeeps lined up by the Gulf Coast road
Girl in a sunhat askin' where the locals go
Buddy, if I told you, we'd lose that too
Snowbirds posted up at the marina bar
Talkin' 'bout how lucky they think we are
Meanwhile old man Eddie's cussin' at the light
Takes him twenty minutes just to turn right

Pre-Chorus

Yeah every year about this time
The whole world shows up chasin' sunshine

Chorus

It's winter traffic in my hometown
Flip-flops and brake lights slowin' down
Perfect weather, nowhere to park
Sunset packed from the beach to the bars
Yeah they all came lookin' for a piece of gold
That Gulf Coast water and the warm front rollin'
And honestly I kinda get it now
Why everybody wants this town

Verse 2

Couple from Ohio takin' pictures in the street
Kid with a metal detector by my favorite beach
Waitress at the diner workin' double shifts
Still callin' everybody "baby" with a grin
You can hear three accents in the bait shop line
And somebody's uncle playin' Buffett every night
Yeah it's chaos but it's ours somehow
Guess this place still knows how to pull folks in

Pre-Chorus

And every year I say I'm done
Then January hits and here they come

Chorus

It's winter traffic in my hometown
Flip-flops and brake lights slowin' down
Perfect weather, nowhere to park
Sunset packed from the beach to the bars
Yeah they all came lookin' for a piece of gold
That Gulf Coast water and the warm front rollin'
And honestly I kinda get it now
Why everybody wants this town

Bridge

Come July they'll all disappear
Roads open up and the locals reappear
But right now the town's alive at night
String lights glowin' underneath the palms
And maybe that ain't such a bad thing after all

Final Chorus

It's winter traffic in my hometown
Tourists everywhere but the sun's still gold now
Music spillin' out into the street
Salt air driftin' through the heat
Yeah sometimes paradise gets a little loud
But it still feels good when the winter crowd rolls in
Guess after all these years around
I still love this town