Me and him was beatin' them banks Talkin' life and death, Fords and Chevrolets Said, "Son, we've got it made Got a livewell full, little sunshine, a little shade" I ain't ready to go today But when my time comes and if I had it my way
I'd be sittin' on a lake like glass Catchin' largemouth bass, just my boy and me Or maybe on a fifty-yard line Watchin' Alabama whoop up on Tennessee Or maybe on a front porch swing Somethin' cold to drink and Mama's hand to hold And a song on the radio Would be a hell of a way to go
I remember thinkin' that day I couldn't picture him goin' any other way Someday, when I get old I can only hope when the good Lord calls me home
I'd be sittin' on a lake like glass Catchin' largemouth bass, just my boy and me Or maybe on a fifty-yard line Watchin' Alabama whoop up on Tennessee Or maybe on a front porch swing Somethin' cold to drink, my baby's hand to hold And a song on the radio Would be a hell of a way to go That would be a hell of a way to go
No, he wasn't out fishin' on the day he died But I'll bet about the time he closed his eyes
He was sittin' on a lake like glass Catchin' largemouth bass, just waitin' on me Or maybe on a fifty-yard line Watchin' 'Bama beat the hell out of Tennessee Or maybe on a front porch swing Somethin' cold to drink and Mama's hand to hold And a song on a radio That's a hell of a way to go Yeah, that's a hell of a way to go
Compositores: Wyatt Colton Mccubbin (Wyatt Mccubbin), Erik Dylan Anderson (Erik Dylan), Riley Green ECAD: Obra #34381604