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Ocklawaha Weekends
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Artist:Ocala Beats
Duration:2:39
Tags:country,Bright modern country band,male vocals; brisk two-step groove with brushed snare and twangy guitars,fiddle hooks dancing around a singalong chorus. Verses stay storytelling-focused and tight; chorus explodes with stacked harmonies and big stomps. Warm bass and organ fill out the low end,leaving plenty of room for a catchy vocal melody and crowd-ready whoa-ohs.
[Verse 1] Sun pops up over Spanish moss Coffee in a foam cup, tackle in the truck Gators in the reeds just blinking slow Herons on the shoreline, watch that river glow Old live oak with the names carved deep Stories in the bark that this town keeps From the bridge you can see that mist Feels like Ocklawaha leans in for a kiss [Chorus] Ocklawaha weekends, they hit just right Cold ones clinking under string-light nights Talkin’ ’bout Ma Barker and that old house standin’ Every brick a legend, every ghost still dancin’ From the waves on the lake to the stars way up Whole town pouring in the bar for a little luck If you’re lookin’ for a place where your heart feels known Ocklawaha, Florida gonna sing you home [Verse 2] Pontoon drifting past Silver Glen Manatees rolling like sleepy friends Turtles on a log in a lazy line Deer in the pines where the sun cuts fine Stop in town, that neon sign Bar’s packed tight by supper time Locals swapping tales ’bout ’36 Ma Barker and the law in a smoky mix [Chorus] Ocklawaha weekends, they hit just right Cold ones clinking under string-light nights Talkin’ ’bout Ma Barker and that old house standin’ Every brick a legend, every ghost still dancin’ From the waves on the lake to the stars way up Whole town pouring in the bar for a little luck If you’re lookin’ for a place where your heart feels known Ocklawaha, Florida gonna sing you home [Bridge] Airboats humming where the lilies grow (whoa) Eagles circlin’ like they own the road Hit the dock as the day turns gold This little river town never gets old [Chorus] Ocklawaha weekends, they hit just right Cold ones clinking under string-light nights Talkin’ ’bout Ma Barker and that old house standin’ Every brick a legend, every ghost still dancin’ From the waves on the lake to the stars way up Whole town pouring in the bar for a little luck If you’re lookin’ for a place where your heart feels known Ocklawaha, Florida gonna sing you home [Outro] Yeah, if you ever need a place where you ain’t alone Ocklawaha’s got a stool and a song of its own