Gulf coast nights an' flounder lights   I'm back on the Eastern shore   With my history of wrecks I think it's time to check   The crab trap of life once more      Need is a relative thing these days   It borders on desire   The high tech world is full of bright shiny things   We think that we really require      Sometimes more than others   You see who and what and where you are   I'm a one-man band with no immediate plans   Tonight I just need my guitar      Don't need to feel important or famous   No Limos or my little Nash car   One lucky man with my feet in the sand   Tonight I just need my guitar