Country Outside, Island Inside

Got mud on my ties and dust on my hat Cornfield wind in the back of this flat Everybody around here think they know my type Just a country boy living that small town life But they do not see the ocean in my midnight dreams Here waves crashing underneath these back row scenes While the radio plays some steel guitar I still hear ukulele underneath them stars Flip lives hiding in the back of my closet So necklace sitting where to save the past Hit I sip sweet tea on this front porch swing But my mind on salt air and seagulls wings Born in the red dirt raised on the plains But the island still hum in my heart's base lands Two worlds fighting in the slow heartbeat One in boots, one barefoot on the beach Out here it is tractors and neon signs But I still taste salt on this county line I am country on the outside Island on the inside Pick up truck rolling with a warm tide Mind gotta draw in my voice Gotta reef in my soul Boots in the gravel But the waves keep control you I am country on the outside Island in my bloodline Sunset feels what I dream shoreline If you ever see me stare past the county sky Just watching those palm trees in my I got a farm boy tan and a work worn hand Still miss the black sand more than I plan Smell bonfire smoke in the friday crowd But I hear blue out drums when the bar gets loud These hay bells stag like city high rises But I see green cliffs and hidden cubs in disguises My buddies talk hunting and fishing that creek I talk story about a bay where the water can't speak Sometimes I swap boots for those old slippers Let the sprinkler hit like those trade wind drifts Close my eyes, let the flatland fade I love this dirt road, love this small town But my heart beat bounced with that island sound So I sang these songs with a twang in the toilet Both sides of me sit side by side Y'all see a cowboy in a flannel shirt You do not see the ocean underneath this dirt I land in my bloodline, sunset feels But I dream shoreline If you ever see me stare past the count of sky I'm just watching those palm trees in my mind Some folks living one home One kind of blue But I got two skies stitched into my view Red dirt roads and that ocean ride Both got a piece of this old inside I am country on the outside, island on the inside Tailgate down with a shoreline mind Gotta draw in my voice, gotta reef in my soul Boots in the gravel, but the waves keep control, yeah With an island inside So if you catch me in these fields Look in the sky that ain't got no sea Just know I'm still hearing waves Over every gravel beat DJ Prophet