Got a cool breeze rollin’ in off the water just right, Condensation rollin’ down in the afternoon light. No meetings, no deadlines, no traffic jams, Just a six-string playin’ and a cold beer in my hand. I don’t need a yacht or a beachfront mansion, Just a little shade and nobody freakin’ askin’ Where I’ve been or what still needs to be done, All I really need is just another cold one. Yeah, yeah... I love a cold beer in my hand, Toes slippin’ deep in the sand. Sippin’ my troubles away, Letting the whole damn world wait another day. Pop that top and have a seat, Come enjoy a cold beer with me. Nowhere to go, nowhere to be, Just sand, salt air and the open sea. Some folks meditate, Some folks take vacations, Some folks spend a fortune Tryin’ to find relaxation. But I found paradise About twelve ounces at a time, With a little foam on top And a platinum beauty by my side. Yeah, yeah... I love a cold beer in my hand, Toes slippin’ deep in the sand. Sippin’ my troubles away, Letting the whole damn world wait another day. Pop that top and have a seat, Come enjoy a cold beer with me. Nowhere to go, nowhere to be, Just sand, salt air and the open sea. Yeah, when life gets rough And you’ve had enough, Pop that top, Let that cold beer roll on down. Let the foam settle in, Let your worries drift away, With a cold beer in my hand, There ain’t no way I’m wearin’ a frown today. Keep your concrete jungle, You can keep that daily grind. I’ll stay right here by the water, Leave all that noise behind. Tropical livin’ Is definitely for me, Cold beer in my hand, And my toes in the sea. Toes slippin’ in the sand, Sippin’ a cold beer, Nowhere to go, Nowhere to be. Just sittin’ right here While the sun disappears, With a platinum beauty by my side And another cold beer. Yeah, yeah... I love a cold beer in my hand, Sippin’ my troubles away. Pop that top and have a seat, Come enjoy a cold beer with me. Sun beatin’ down, But I’m doin’ just fine, Coolin’ off twelve ounces at a time. Keep your concrete jungle, I’ll take the sand and sea, This tropical life Is good enough for me. Cold beer in my hand, Platinum beauty by my side, A little six-string playin’ While the sun sinks with the tide. Yeah, yeah... Cold beer in my hand, Sippin’ my troubles away. Pop that top, Pull up a seat, Come enjoy a cold beer with me. And let that guitar sing... Yeah... Let that guitar sing.
