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<p><strong>Place I Like To Go</strong></p><p><strong>Lyrics by Thomas W. Peterson </strong></p><p><strong>© COPYRIGHT 4–23-2026 All Rights Reserved</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Verse 1</strong></p><p><strong>There’s a road that runs south of my worries</strong></p><p><strong>Past the pines where the air turns sweet</strong></p><p><strong>Windows down, got the salt breeze callin’</strong></p><p><strong>Yeah it’s pullin’ on a part of me</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Sunburnt days and them barefoot nights</strong></p><p><strong>Radio playin’ old beach songs slow</strong></p><p><strong>Every mile feels like I’m gettin’ closer</strong></p><p><strong>To that place I like to go</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Pre-Chorus</strong></p><p><strong>Where the sky melts gold in the evenin’</strong></p><p><strong>And the tide sings soft and low…</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Chorus</strong></p><p><strong>It’s that stretch of sand in Panama City Beach</strong></p><p><strong>Where the good times roll in like the waves</strong></p><p><strong>Flip-flops kickin’ up white shoreline</strong></p><p><strong>Livin’ life in a summer daze</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>From the docks to the neon bar lights</strong></p><p><strong>Yeah the music never feels too slow</strong></p><p><strong>It ain’t just a spot on a map, it’s my soul—</strong></p><p><strong>That place I like to go</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Verse 2</strong></p><p><strong>You got bonfires down by the water</strong></p><p><strong>Cold drinks passin’ ‘round in the glow</strong></p><p><strong>Stories told ‘bout love and laughter</strong></p><p><strong>Under skies puttin’ on a show</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Friday nights on Pier Park</strong></p><p><strong>Crowds hummin’ like a southern song</strong></p><p><strong>Live bands playin’ way past midnight</strong></p><p><strong>Yeah you wish them nights were twice as long</strong></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Pre-Chorus</strong></p><p><strong>Where the stars fall down on the ocean</strong></p><p><strong>Like they’re dancin’ just for you…</strong></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Chorus</strong></p><p><strong>It’s that stretch of sand in Panama City Beach</strong></p><p><strong>Where the good times roll in like the waves</strong></p><p><strong>Flip-flops kickin’ up white shoreline</strong></p><p><strong>Livin’ life in a summer daze</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>From Flora-Bama down to beachside dives</strong></p><p><strong>Where the jukebox always knows</strong></p><p><strong>It ain’t just a spot on a map, it’s my soul—</strong></p><p><strong>That place I like to go</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Bridge</strong></p><p><strong>Out on the water, lines in the deep</strong></p><p><strong>Reelin’ in more than fish I keep</strong></p><p><strong>It’s freedom floatin’ on a Gulf breeze wind</strong></p><p><strong>Where time slows down and life begins</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Jet skis cuttin’ through memories</strong></p><p><strong>Seagulls cryin’ harmony</strong></p><p><strong>Every sunset writes a song in gold</strong></p><p><strong>‘Bout the life I’ll never outgrow</strong></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Final Chorus (Big / Crowd Singalong)</strong></p><p><strong>Yeah that stretch of sand in Panama City Beach</strong></p><p><strong>Where the good times roll in like the waves</strong></p><p><strong>Hands up high with a drink in the air</strong></p><p><strong>Singin’ loud while the band still plays</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>From the back porch views to the shoreline tunes</strong></p><p><strong>Where your heart don’t feel alone</strong></p><p><strong>It ain’t just a place I remember…</strong></p><p><strong>It’s the place that feels like home</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Outro</strong></p><p><strong>Yeah no matter where this life may lead</strong></p><p><strong>Or how far these boots may roam</strong></p><p><strong>There’s a piece of me down in Panama City</strong></p><p><strong>That place I like to go…</strong></p><p><strong>That place I call home </strong></p><p><br></p>