Me and him was beatin' them banks Talkin' life and death, Fords and Chevrolets
Said, son, we got it made We got a live well for a 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 leg like glass Catchin' large -mouth bass, just my boy and me
Or maybe on a 50 -yard line Watchin' Alabama whoop up on Tennessee
Or maybe on a front porch swing Somethin' cold to drink, your 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 leg like glass Catchin' large -mouth bass, just my boy and me
Or maybe on a 50 -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 bet about the time he closed his eyes
He was sittin' on a leg like glass Catchin' large -mouth bass, just a -waitin' on me
Or maybe on a 50 -yard line Watchin' Bama beat the hell out of Tennessee
Or maybe on a front porch swing Somethin' cold to drink, your mama's hand to hold
And a song on the radio That's a hell of a way to go
Yeah, that's a hell of a way to go
Yeah, that's a hell of a way to go
