The Wreck of The Endless Summer

The legend lives on from the Chattooga on down
Of the big lake they call Lake Lanier'ee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead.
When the Bass Fisherman of June they come Early.

With a load of beer n bread,whiskey and hotdogs 24 or more.
Than the "The Endless Summer" weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the hicks of June they came early

The ship was the pride of the Chestatee side
Coming back from some beach party an hot son.
As the big cruisers go it was bigger than most
With a girl crew and the Captain well seasoned.

Concluding some terms with a couple of tequila worms.
When they left fully loaded for Lanier land
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the tequila buzz they'd been feeling.

The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a beer bottle broke over the railing
And every girl knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the Bitch of a Hangover come stealing.

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the bitch of a hangover came slashing
When afternoon came it was a throbbin headache pain
In the face of a Hurricane and Bacardi dry heavin

When supper time came the old nausea came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main player caved in
She said girls it's been a bitch to know ya.

The Captain wired in he had bottled water coming in
As the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the "Endless Summer".

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the dry heaves turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Chattahoochee Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.

They might have spit up or they might have vomitized
They may have broke deep and drank more water
And all that remains is the mess and the names
Of the girls and the guys and the daughters.

Lake Oconee rolls, Sinclair sings
In the ruins of her mixed drink shore mansions.
Old Hartwell steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for Bass Bastards.

And farther below Lake West Point
Takes in what Lake Lanier can send her
And the Pontoon boats go as the mariners all know
With the hicks of June remembered.

In a musty old Walgreen's in Gainesville they prayed
In the aisle of stomach discomfort.
Their heads they chimed,, 'til it throbbed 6 times
For each one on the "Endless Summer".

The legend lives on from the Chestatee on down
Of the big lake they call Lake Lanier'ee
Lanier, they say, never gives up her dead
When the hicks of June come early.