ترانه و شعر با صدای Luke Bryan
If it wasn't for the tax man, wasn't for the bills If it wasn't for the traffic in my windshield If there wasn't always somewhere to be And my life was really up to me
If I could have it my own way you know Let me tell you how every day would go
Wake up, coffee Camo, climb tree Wet line, 18 Fish, hunt, golf, drink All fall, all spring, all summer long I'll be livin' it up and livin' it on A country boy's dream Fish, hunt, golf, drink
Well, I ain't breakin' 80, but I'm pretty damn close Can't shoot a Boone and Crockett if you never get to go I wanna feel me a good and when I set the hook Kick a hangover, kickin' in the woods
When I wake up, coffee Camo, climb tree Wet line, 18 Fish, hunt, golf, drink All fall, all spring, all summer long I'll be livin' it up and livin' it on A country boy's dream Fish, hunt, golf, drink
A little chip, sip, rip a couple lips Which food plot am I gonna sip? A little chip, sip, rip a couple lips I got my goals and they go like this
Wake up, coffee Camo, climb tree Wet line, 18 Hell, 36, y'all grab the drinks All fall, all spring, all summer long I'll be livin' it up and livin' it on A country boy's dream Fish, hunt, golf, drink
Fish, hunt, golf, drink Fish, hunt, golf, drink
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