The following song was written about a surf trip that 14 friends from a small town in Delaware took to Puerto Rico….


Gotta head north if you want to slip south,
to the Rich Port 14 land in another small town.
A trip like this could never happen again,
to the memories and minds of them 14 friends.

Pack the boards, the trunks, stash your cash in the bag,
deodorant stays home, the ocean’s our bath.
Shimmering blue sea, she be staring back at me,
first one to rise brew 10 pots of joe…we
Head to Slower Lower ridge, beyond the “Ruins”, just along the edge of that “Wilderness”.

It’s nothin’ new, not reinventing the wheel,
but it’s for us, ya know it’s for real.
It’s for us, ya know it’s true and it’s for real yeah yeah.
It’s for us, ya know it’s true and it’s for real yeah yeah.

Senioritas, vamanos a San Juan,
fellas havin’ some flat day fun!
Yo, looky here man, I got them double sixes,
time to fix me up another coke and rum.

Gotta head north if you want to slip south,
to the Rich Port 14 land in another small town.
A trip like this could never happen again,
to the memories and the minds of them 14 friends.

It’s for us, ya know it’s true and it’s for real yeah yeah.
It’s for us, ya know it’s true and it’s for real yeah yeah.

Stash the keys in the well of the ole Chevy,
been prayin’ on some swell, sure looks good man it’s heavy.
The tide’s comin’ in, “Yo, wait for the drop”
While we scope all the urchins on the real sharp rocks.
It’s nothin’ new, not reinventing the wheel,
but it’s for us, ya know it’s for real.

It’s for us, ya know it’s true and it’s for real yeah yeah.
It’s for us, ya know it’s true and it’s for real yeah yeah.

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