A        
My right hand to God
                      C#m
Left hand holding the jewels 
                        F#m   
And I'm swearing up and down
                  D 
The tide stole my youth

                        A
These creases in my brow ain't tan lines 
                 C#m
Saltwater swole my eyes (Beachlife) 
                            F#m
The sun's burning black and blue (On my green eyes) 
                      D
Too cold this side of June 

                A
It ain't natural, right hand in yours 
                      C#m
Left hand holding the juice
                        F#m 
When that jungle flower blooms
                       D
Better leave it in the ground, don't try to cut it out 
                    
                        A
These creases in my brow ain't tan lines 
                   C#m
Saltwater swole my eyes (Beachlife) 
                            F#m
The sun's burning black and blue (On your green eyes) 
                      D
Too cold this side of June

                A                                   
It ain't natural, I'll rebel, I'll rebel 
                    C#m
But it ain't natural, I take care, I take care 
                      F#m
It's just not growing well, I'm no match for you 
                 D
It's not hard to tell, This isn't going well 

                    A
But we're under the palm trees, thinking heaven must be 
                      C#m
Somewhere under these palm trees, with all the hell we're raising
                    F#m
At least we had the palm trees, to shade us from the ray beams 
                 D
But not even the palm trees, could save us from the flames 

               A
Summer remains