Me and him was beatin' them banks, talkin' life and death, forgin' ChevroletsSaid, son, we got it made, got a life well full, a little sunshine, a little shadeSaid, I don't wanna go today, but when my time comes, and if I had it my wayI'd be sittin' on a lake like glass, catchin' largemouth bass, just my boy and meMaybe on a 50-yard line, watchin' Alabama beat the hell out of TennesseeMaybe on a front porch swing, somethin' cold to drink, and mama's hand to holdA song on the radioWould be a hell of a way to goI remember thinkin' that dayI couldn't picture him goin' any other waySomeday when I get old, I can only hope that when the good Lord calls me homeI'm sittin' on a lake like glass, catchin' largemouth bass, just my boy and meMaybe on a 50-yard line, watchin' Alabama beat the hell out of TennesseeMaybe on a front porch swing, somethin' cold to drink, and my baby's hand to holdA song on the radioWould be a hell of a way to goThat would be a hell of a way to goI know he wasn't out fishin' on the day he diedBut I bet about the time he closed his eyesHe was sittin' on a lake like glass, catchin' largemouth bass, just the way and all meMaybe on a 50-yard line, watchin' Alabama beat the * out of TennesseeMaybe on a front porch swing, somethin' cold to drink, and mama's hand to holdA song on the radioWould be a hell of a way to goThat would be a hell of a way to go