Me and him was beatin' them banks
Talkin' life and death, Fords and Chevrolets
Said, "Son, we've got it made
Got a live well full, little sunshine, a little shade"
Said I don't wanna go today
But if my time comes and if I had it my way

I be sittin' on a lake like glass
Catchin' largemouth bass, just my boy and me
Or maybe on a fifty-yard line
Watchin' Alabama beat the hell out of Tennessee
Or maybe on a front porch swing
Somethin' cold to drink, 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 that when the good Lord calls me home

I'm sittin' on a lake like glass
Catchin' largemouth bass, just my boy and me
Or maybe on a fifty-yard line
Watchin' Alabama beat the hell out of Tennessee
Or maybe on a front porch swing
Somethin' cold to drink, mama'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

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' largemouth bass, just waitin' on me
Or maybe on a fifty-yard line
Watchin' Alabama beat the shit out of Tennessee
Or maybe on a front porch swing
Somethin' cold to drink, mama'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