[Intro] Yeah... Cooler's full, tank's topped off, Ain't comin' back 'til Monday. [Verse 1] Got a Zebco hangin' out the back, Old tackle box and a six-pack, Dust kickin' up on a nowhere road, Couple good friends and nowhere to go. She's got them cut jeans, sun-kissed legs, Barefoot dancin' by the water's edge, Bobber goes down, she yells, Got one! Hell, we ain't even started havin' fun. [Pre-Chorus] Sun droppin' low, fire burnin' high, Crack that top, here's to Friday night— [Chorus] We got fish on the line, beer on ice, Cut jeans lookin' damn good tonight, Campfire burnin', sparks in the sky, Talkin' 'bout forever while the world rolls by. Ain't got a clock, ain't got a care, Little bit of smoke in the summer air, If heaven's got a backroad, I swear it's right here— Fish on the line and a cold-ass beer! [Verse 2] Truck doors open, radio loud, Somebody's guitar gets passed around, Burgers on the grill, moon comin' up, Pour a little somethin' in a red Solo cup. Tellin' old stories we've told before, Still laugh like hell and tell 'em some more, Phones ain't ringin', nobody cares, Just pine-tree shadows and foldin' chairs. [Chorus] We got fish on the line, beer on ice, Cut jeans lookin' damn good tonight, Campfire burnin', sparks in the sky, Talkin' 'bout forever while the world rolls by. Ain't got a clock, ain't got a care, Little bit of smoke in the summer air, If heaven's got a backroad, I swear it's right here— Fish on the line and a cold-ass beer! [Bridge] Tomorrow we'll wake with the sunrise, Cast that line one more time, But tonight, boys, raise 'em up— Here's to the simple life! [Final Chorus] FISH ON THE LINE! BEER ON ICE! Cut jeans lookin' damn good tonight! Campfire burnin', sparks in the sky, Singin' way too loud underneath those pines! Ain't got a clock, ain't got a care, Got all we need and everybody's here, If heaven's got a backroad, I swear it's right here— Fish on the line... (Group Vocals) AND A COLD-ASS BEER! [Outro] Yeah, that's all we need... A fish on the line, And a cold-ass beer.
