African drums are silent
and the Wingos are poets at last
Out on Dafuskie island, the bulldozers bury the past
And
the low country sinks, she can not swim
the dogwood feels the hurt
While the foursome
plays on borrowed days in their alligator shirts
Chorus:
Now I realize who killed
the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there's nothing left to
see
One night they put a price on the sunset
And that the got the whole earth
shaking
Those rose from the grave both the weak and the brave
Because history was there
for the making
And the winos surrounded the condos forming a frail human fence
And they
shouted out loud to the roar of the crowd
"Same old story, more dollars than
sense"
Chorus:
Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides
How can you tell
how it used to be
When there's nothing left to see
Paperback novels make the young
girls dream
And Judy's spending quieter days in the stream
With Giovinno, Goodman and Mac
D
They were such good friends to me
Chorus:
Now I realize who killed the Prince
of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there's nothing left to
see
Heaven knows but God decides
When to kill the Prince of Tides
How can you
tell how it used to be
When there's nothing left to see
Nothing left to see
And
beach music beach music beach music just plays on
