This Song Would Make Hank Proud

 

(Verse 1)
Spent seven years in med school, swore I'd heal the land
Scrubbed in, shined bright, scalpel in my hand
Worked like a mule, coffee IV drippin' slow
But somethin' in my gut kept tellin' me, "Doc, there's gotta be more"

(Chorus)
So I traded in my stethoscope, hung it on a rusty nail
Bought a beat-up truck, filled it with flour and kale
Headed south, chasin' sunshine, dreamin' 'bout a little shack
Where I could sling some sizzle, watch the sunset from the back

(Verse 2)
Now my patients ain't got charts, just whiskers and waggin' tails
My clinic's a taco stand, smokin' with barbacoa trails
Got carnitas singin' soprano, chicken tinga tappin' toes
Curin' hunger pangs with cilantro, lime, and pico de gallo woes

(Chorus)
'Cause I traded in my stethoscope, hung it on a rusty nail
Bought a beat-up truck, filled it with flour and kale
Headed south, chasin' sunshine, dreamin' 'bout a little shack
Where I could sling some sizzle, watch the sunset from the back

(Bridge)
Miss the folks back home, miss the kids I used to mend
But this ain't no midlife crisis, this is livin', my friend
The beach smells better than antiseptic, the sand softer than a bed
And the rhythm of the ocean's all the therapy I need instead

(Chorus)
So I traded in my stethoscope, hung it on a rusty nail
Bought a beat-up truck, filled it with flour and kale
Headed south, chasin' sunshine, dreamin' 'bout a little shack
Where I could sling some sizzle, watch the sunset from the back

(Outro)
Yeah, I traded my stethoscope for tacos, and never looked back
Got sand between my sandals, and a smile I can't unpack
So if you're feelin' restless, heart beatin' off the track
There's a little taco doctor down here, just waitin' to whip up a snack