Nika/Soundtrack

♫ Jake Owen - Beachin' ♫ - So just watchin' her blonde hair, sun burnt, stare at them, white caps rolling over. Laid back in a thrift store beach chair, droppin' limes in a Corona. Well, she looks back, yeah, she throws me a kiss, like "Honey, I sure want you." And it's a hundred and three between her and me and only 92 in DaytonaAnd it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide rollin', white sand, cold can, koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling, chillin', breezing, sippin', singin' whoa beachin.'