Me and him was beatin' them banks

Talkin' life and death, Fords and Chevrolets

Said, "Son, we've got it made

Got a livewell full, little sunshine, a little shade"

I ain't ready to go today

But when my time comes and if I had it my way

I'd be sittin' on a lake like glass

Catchin' largemouth bass, just my boy and me

Or maybe on a fifty-yard line

Watchin' Alabama whoop up on Tennessee

Or maybe on a front porch swing

Somethin' cold to drink and 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 when the good Lord calls me home

I'd be sittin' on a lake like glass

Catchin' largemouth bass, just my boy and me

Or maybe on a fifty-yard line

Watchin' Alabama whoop up on Tennessee

Or maybe on a front porch swing

Somethin' cold to drink, my baby'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

No, he wasn't out fishin' on the day he died

But I'll 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' 'Bama beat the hell out of Tennessee

Or maybe on a front porch swing

Somethin' cold to drink and Mama's hand to hold

And a song on a radio

That's a hell of a way to go

Yeah, that's a hell of a way to go