Lyricist : Jon Langston/Daniel Keith Isbell/Benjy Davis

Composer : Jon Langston/Daniel Keith Isbell/Benjy Davis

I could be hitting my limit in an old duck blind

On a flood rise field in the delta sunrise

With a few good back-home buddies I ain't seen in a while

I could be standing knee-deep with my toes in the sand

On a Carolina coast with a pole in my hand

I'm reeling in reds popping tops and dropping limes

Ya I reckon there's a chance but chances are

I'm probably at a bar

And drinking 'bout you

And driving this heart like I got nothing left to lose

I could be anywhere under the sun over the moon

But chances are I'm probably at a bar

Until your ha heaven

We were seventh inning stretching at a July Braves game

Watching those fireworks high above the highway

When you kissed me you knocked me right out of the park

These days I'm just wondering where you are

But me

I'm probably at a bar

And drinking 'bout you

And driving this heart like I got nothing left to lose

I could be anywhere under the sun over the moon

But chances are I'm probably at a bar

Yeah I could be anywhere

But chances are I'm probably at a bar

Drinking 'bout you

And driving this heart like I got nothing left to lose

I'm probably at a bar

And drinking 'bout you

And driving this heart like I got nothing left to lose

I could be anywhere under the sun

Over the moon but chances are

I could be anywhere getting over you

But chances are I'm probably at a bar

I'm probably at a bar