Prince of Tides

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by Jimmy Buffett and Michael Utley



African drums are silent and the Wingos are poets at last

Out on Dafuskie island, the bulldozers bury the past

And the low country sinks, she can not swim

the dogwood feels the hurt

While the foursome plays on borrowed days in their alligator shirts



Chorus:

Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides

How can you tell how it used to be

When there's nothing left to see



One night they put a price on the sunset

And that the got the whole earth shaking

Those rose from the grave both the weak and the brave

Because history was there for the making

And the winos surrounded the condos forming a frail human fence

And they shouted out loud to the roar of the crowd

"Same old story, more dollars than sense"



Chorus:

Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides

How can you tell how it used to be

When there's nothing left to see



Paperback novels make the young girls dream

And Judy's spending quieter days in the stream

With Giovinno, Goodman and Mac D

They were such good friends to me



Chorus:

Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides

How can you tell how it used to be

When there's nothing left to see



Heaven knows but God decides

When to kill the Prince of Tides

How can you tell how it used to be

When there's nothing left to see



Nothing left to see

And beach music beach music beach music just plays on