Winnebagos and airstreams, all headed north in a line    friends and relations, on a coastal vacation    well I sure hope they've had a good time       There going back to the race, back to the place    they'll come down again there's no doubt    It's the end of the season, makes a pretty good reason    for me to be headed down south       Down to laguna madre, cruisin' over the causway    There's nobody here, the coast is all clear    It's my kinda of day on Padre      7 eleven is empty, there's no t-shirt's for sale    the condo's are clearin', they boarded there windows    There ready for the winds first gale       I guess I'm here because I'm a nautical dreamer    I ain't gotta a boat, so I'll take the isle    Makin' friends with the seagulls, pickin' up sea shells    not another tourist for miles       Down in laguna madre, cruisin' over the causway    There's nobody here, the coast is all clear    It's my kinda of day on Padre      Think I'll see what's shakin' at Port A    Stop at Shorty's, have me a round    With one ol'skipper, a few bay shrimpers.    They've been talkin' 'bout the fish they'd found       Then the old man raises his glass    and tremble's as he speaks of the pier    Say's, Now there all gone you know, but not to long ago    remember when the tarpon where here       Down in laguna madre, cruisin' over the causway    There's nobody here, the coast is all clear    It's my kinda of day on Padre      Think I'm gonna stay on Padre    It' my kinda of day on Padre