1st verse 
D                           G                    Em  
Winnebagos and airstreams, all headed north in a line 
A 
friends and relations, on a coastal vacation 
D                                   A        D  
well I sure hope they've had a good time  
 
2nd verse 
D 
There going back to the race, back to the place 
G                                  Em 
they'll come down again there's no doubt 
A 
It's the end of the season, makes a pretty good reason 
                         D 
for me to be headed down south 


D                                       G 
Down to laguna madre, cruisin' over the causway 
A 
There's nobody here, the coast is all clear 
                        D         A    
It's my kinda of day on Padre  
 
3rd verse 
D                  G                        Em 
7 eleven is empty, there's no t-shirt's for sale 
A 
the condo's are clearin', they boarded there windows 
D                               A 
There ready for the winds first gale  
 
4th verse 
D 
I guess I'm here because I'm a nautical dreamer 
G                                      Em 
I ain't gotta a boat, so I'll take the isle 
A 
Makin' friends with the seagulls, pickin' up sea shells 
                        D 
not another tourist for miles 
 
Chorus 
 
Solo 
 
5th verse 
D 
Think I'll see what's shakin' at Port A 
G                          Em  
Stop at Shory's, have me a round 
A 
With one ol'skipper, a few bay shrimpers. 
D                                           A 
They've been talkin' 'bout the fish they'd found 
 
6th verse 
D 
Then the old man raises his glass 
G                                 Em  
and tremble's as he speaks of the pier 
A 
Say's, Now there all gone you know, but not to long ago 
                               D 
remember when the tarpon where here 
 
Chorus 
A                       D  
Think I'm gonna stay on Padre 
A                      D 
It' my kinda of day on Padre