1st verse
D G Em
Winnebagos and airstreams, all headed north in a line
A
friends and relations, on a coastal vacation
D A D
well I sure hope they've had a good time
2nd verse
D
There going back to the race, back to the place
G Em
they'll come down again there's no doubt
A
It's the end of the season, makes a pretty good reason
D
for me to be headed down south
D G
Down to laguna madre, cruisin' over the causway
A
There's nobody here, the coast is all clear
D A
It's my kinda of day on Padre
3rd verse
D G Em
7 eleven is empty, there's no t-shirt's for sale
A
the condo's are clearin', they boarded there windows
D A
There ready for the winds first gale
4th verse
D
I guess I'm here because I'm a nautical dreamer
G Em
I ain't gotta a boat, so I'll take the isle
A
Makin' friends with the seagulls, pickin' up sea shells
D
not another tourist for miles
Chorus
Solo
5th verse
D
Think I'll see what's shakin' at Port A
G Em
Stop at Shory's, have me a round
A
With one ol'skipper, a few bay shrimpers.
D A
They've been talkin' 'bout the fish they'd found
6th verse
D
Then the old man raises his glass
G Em
and tremble's as he speaks of the pier
A
Say's, Now there all gone you know, but not to long ago
D
remember when the tarpon where here
Chorus
A D
Think I'm gonna stay on Padre
A D
It' my kinda of day on Padre
