Alright Key West… how we feeling out there tonight?
You know, after enough years sailing these waters,
playing songs in little bars,
and chasing sunsets across these islands…
you start to notice something.
No matter where the tide takes you…
you keep running into the same kind of people.
The drifters… the dreamers…
the pirates and poets.
The ones who believe life's a little better
with salt in the air and a cold drink in your hand.
Yeah… those are my kind of people.
Those are the Saltwater Saints.
So if you're one of 'em tonight…
I wanna hear you sing this one with us.
A weathered hand filled my empty glass,
A weary pirate watched the sunset fast,
A girl with storm-light in her eyes
Was laughing under Care-uh-BEE-an skies.
Old souls and misfits all become
Saltwater saints beneath the setting sun.
We're the saltwater saints and the runaway sons,
Living our lives by the tide and the sun,
We ain't done yet — we just begun,
Saltwater saints beneath the sun!
Saltwater Saints!
Saltwater Saints!
Saltwater saints beneath the sun!
Old guitars and tattooed hands,
Pirate poets and beach bar bands,
A captain chasing one more run,
A girl who danced till the night was done.
Every drifter who found the sun
Knows this road ain't meant for one.
We're the saltwater saints and the runaway sons,
Living our lives by the tide and the sun,
We ain't done yet — we just begun,
Saltwater saints beneath the sun!
Saltwater Saints!
Saltwater Saints!
Saltwater saints beneath the sun!
Boots on planks and salt in the air,
Rum-stained stories everywhere,
Old sea dogs and the young and free,
All chasing their tides of destiny.
Every ocean mile, every island town
Turns another saint around.
We're the saltwater saints and the runaway sons,
Living our lives by the tide and the sun,
We ain't done yet — we just begun,
Saltwater saints beneath the sun!
Alright all you saints and sinners…
let me hear you sing this with me!
Saltwater Saints!
Saltwater Saints!
Saltwater Saints!
Saltwater Saints!
We are all — Saltwater saints beneath the sun!