Blueberries and Beer
Downeast Royalty
Clocked out at five. Six-pack riding shotgun. Tires kicking up dust on a washboard dirt road to Jones Pond. This is the sound of a Maine summer Friday done right.
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[Verse 1] Clocked out at five, my boots are hitting the floor Left the screens and the code behind the office door The humidity is thick, the sun is hanging high Got a weekend wide open under a Maine summer sky Throw the gear in the bed, put the truck in drive Rolling down Route 1, man, it’s good to be alive Got a six-pack riding shotgun, icing in the cooler And a pint of wild blues from the stand beside the jeweler
[Chorus] Give me blueberries and beer, the taste of the coast To the working man’s summer, yeah, I’m raising a toast We’re heading down to Jones Pond to wash away the grind Leave the heavy lifting and the city miles behind Yeah, the water is cold and the sky is burning clear Ain’t nothing in the world like blueberries and beer
[Verse 2] Tires kicking up dust on a washboard dirt road Got the windows rolled down to lighten up the load Babe’s in the passenger seat with her toes on the dash Singing along to the radio, digging through the stash Pop the top on a cold one, toss a berry in the can It’s a Downeast cocktail for a simple country man The pines are standing tall and the granite’s worn smooth Got that acoustic in the back, ready to find the groove
[Chorus] Give me blueberries and beer, the taste of the coast To the working man’s summer, yeah, I’m raising a toast We’re heading down to Jones Pond to wash away the grind Leave the heavy lifting and the city miles behind Yeah, the water is cold and the sky is burning clear Ain’t nothing in the world like blueberries and beer
[Bridge] When the sun dips down below the tree line And the fireflies spark up in the fading shine We’ll build a little fire, let the embers glow red With the taste of the summer rushing straight to my head
[Guitar Solo - Upbeat, gritty electric mixed with acoustic strumming]
[Chorus] Yeah, give me blueberries and beer, the taste of the coast To the working man’s summer, yeah, I’m raising a toast We’re anchored down at Jones Pond, washing away the grind Leaving the heavy lifting and the city miles behind Yeah, the water is cold and the sky is burning clear Ain’t nothing in the world like blueberries and beer
[Outro] No, ain’t nothing in the world… Just blueberries and beer. (Sound of a can cracking open) Yeah, pass me another one. (Fade out on an acoustic guitar riff)