I'm sick of the ocean It's been getting in my way Been thinking 'bout my old home In the middle of the States Where my only love is chicken fried steak Whoa oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eeh Whoa oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eeh If you came to the ocean (If you came to the ocean) Then maybe I could stay (Then maybe I could stay) We could call it our new home (We could call it our new home) Just west of the plains (Just west of the plains) Maybe all this shit would disappear If you just come... come make me stay Whoa oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eeh Whoa oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ooh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eeh ♪ Maybe all of this would disappear All of this would disappear All of this would disappear If you just come... come make me stay