Me and him was beatin' them banks Talkin' life and death, Ford and ChevroletsSaid, son, we got it made Got a light willful, a little sunshine, alittle shade Said, I don't wanna go today, but when mytime comes and if I had it my way I'd be sittin' on a lake like glass catchin'large-mouth bass just my boy and me Maybe on a 50-yard line watchin' Alabamabeat the hell out of Tennessee Maybe on a front porch swing, somethin' coldto drink and momma's hand to hold A song on the radio would be a hell of a wayto go I remember thinkin' that day I couldn't picturehim goin' any other way Someday when I get old I can only hope thatwhen the good Lord calls me home I'm sittin' on a lake like glass catchin'large-mouth bass just my boy and me Maybe on a 50-yard line watchin' Alabamabeat the hell out of Tennessee Maybe on a front porch swing, somethin' coldto drink and my baby's hand to hold A song on the radio would be a hell of a wayto go That would be a hell of a way to goNo, he wasn't out fishin' on the day he died But I bet about the time he closed his eyesHe was sittin' on a lake like glass catchin' large-mouth bass just the way to gnaw meMaybe on a 50-yard line watchin' Alabama beat the *** out of TennesseeMaybe on a front porch swing, somethin' cold to drink and momma's hand to holdA song on the radio would be a hell of a way to goThat would be a hell of a way to goThat would be a hell of a way to go