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
Writer(s): Luke Bryan, Richard Chase Mcgill, Matthew Peters Dragstrem Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
