Me and him was beatin' them banks Talkin' life and death, Ford and Chevrolets
Said, son, we got it made Got a light willful, a little sunshine, a
little shade Said, I don't wanna go today, but when my
time comes and if I had it my way I'd be sittin' on a lake like glass catchin'
large-mouth bass just my boy and me Maybe on a 50-yard line watchin' Alabama
beat the hell out of Tennessee Maybe on a front porch swing, somethin' cold
to drink and momma's hand to hold 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 that
when the good Lord calls me home I'm sittin' on a lake like glass catchin'
large-mouth bass just my boy and me Maybe on a 50-yard line watchin' Alabama
beat the hell out of Tennessee Maybe on a front porch swing, somethin' cold
to drink and my baby's hand to hold 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 bet about the time he closed his eyes
He was sittin' on a lake like glass catchin' large-mouth bass just the way to gnaw me
Maybe on a 50-yard line watchin' Alabama beat the shit out of Tennessee
Maybe on a front porch swing, somethin' cold to drink and momma's hand to hold
A song on the radio would be a hell of a way to go
That would be a hell of a way to go
That would be a hell of a way to go