[Verse 1]
Forecast said “flurries”
We laughed it off at the pier
Flip-flops on the doorstep
It’s fifty in January most years
Then the sky turned cotton
Wind started howling our names
By dark
The palm trees
Looked lost in a postcard from Maine
[Chorus]
Seven-year snow in Carolina
Whole town freaking like the world might end (oh yeah)
Surfboards buried in the driveway drifts
Church signs praying for the sun again
If you blink you’ll swear you dreamed it
By the time the azaleas grow
But every seven years
We get a blizzard on the coast
[Verse 2]
Pickup stuck on Front Street
Neighbors pushing
Dogs go wild
Grocery aisles empty
Someone’s sledding on a boogie board
Smiling
Tourists text from up north
“Y’all cancel school for this dust?”
They don’t see Grandma’s hydrangeas
Wearing white like they finally trust us
[Chorus]
Seven-year snow in Carolina
High tide frozen in the marsh grass glow (hey!)
Shrimp boats sleeping under sugar coats
Seagulls skating where the warm waves go
We’ll tell it like a fish tale later
Bigger every time it’s told
’Bout the night our sandy town
Got a blizzard on the coast
[Bridge]
Kids carving angels
In the middle of the cul-de-sac
Dad’s in a beach chair
With a ski cap and a camo pack
We know come Monday
It’ll all be mud and salt
So we dance in this borrowed winter
Blaming magic
Not the fault
[Chorus]
Seven-year snow in Carolina
Freeze-frame falling on the live oak rows
Beach park closed
Neon dark at nine
But the whole street’s shining in the storm-glow
We’ll wait another round of summers
’til the next white ghost
’Til another January
Drops a blizzard on the coast
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