Lyrics

Down by the breakers where the driftwood lays,
Dustin Ybarra walks the shoreline maze.
Detector hummin’ like a lazy tune,
While Diggy Smalls howls at the ghost of the moon.

Flip-flops flappin’ on the sun-washed sand,
He’s chasin’ time with that thing in his hand.
Found a nail once, said it might’ve been George’s —
Now it’s hangin’ from a string with a few old torches.

Oh, Dustin digs where the tide rolls back,
Following the beep down a sandy track.
With Diggy Smalls and a dream or two,
They're pullin’ up stories the sea once knew.
Coins and cans, and a bottle of truth,
Like a beer can tossed by a president's youth.

(Jam break — slide guitar / organ solo)

Some folks fish and some folks surf,
But Dustin’s tuned to the ancient earth.
Found a spoon once etched “1773,”
He swears it winked and then kissed his knee.

Diggy’s tail waggin’ like a metronome,
Sniffin' out vibes in a treasure dome.
They say he once found a pirate’s tooth,
Right beside a mixtape labeled “Summer of Youth.”

Yeah, Dustin digs where the old ghosts dance,
In the dunes and the shells and the old lost chance.
With a song in his heart and sand on his chin,
He’s smilin’ wide like he’s gonna win.
Found a belt buckle carved “John A. Booze,”
And a beer can signed in fountain pen blues.

Now the tide rolls in and the tide rolls out,
But Dustin keeps walkin’ without a doubt.
He ain’t chasin’ riches or shine or fame,
Just the thrill of the dig and the sound of a name.

Oh, Dustin digs and he always will,
Down by the sea with that easy chill.
Diggy Smalls leads with a funky trot,
Every beep they chase is a magic shot.
So roll one up or hum along too —
Dustin digs… and you might dig it too.

(Outro — mellow jam fades into ocean waves)