I got some Black Label Jack in a brown paper sack in the console Got a twelve pack in the back in my Oilfield Camo cooler, got it ice cold I've been fourteen gone, I'm finally back home There ain't but one thing that I wanna do Is get down where the river bends, on the sandbar with my friends And drown these roughneck blues Drop the gate on the truck Turn the radio on Everybody's yelling, turn it up That's my song Jam a little Skynyrd and Hank Top it off with a little Frank And when the sun falls outta sight You can bet your boots, we gonna throw back a few tonight 'Cause there ain't nothing wrong with gettin' right You got some pretty southern women dancing 'round in their bare feet And these two piece tan-lines showing in the sunshine are killing me And these seven dollar shades are worth every dime I paid 'Cause they're hiding my wandering eyes I spent my hard earned money on these hick town honeys Y'all, welcome to the good life Drop the gate on the truck Turn the radio on Everybody's yelling, turn it up That's my song Jam a little Skynyrd and Hank Top it off with a little Frank And when the sun falls outta sight You can bet your boots, we gonna throw back a few tonight 'Cause there ain't nothing wrong with gettin' right And all we wanna do is have us a good time A little whiskey, a little beer A little bit of that apple pie moonshine Drop the gate on the truck Turn the radio on Everybody's yelling, turn it up 'Cause that's my song Jam a little Skynyrd and Hank Top it off with a little Frank And when the sun falls outta sight You can bet your boots, we gonna throw back a few tonight 'Cause there ain't nothing wrong with gettin' right Oh, we gettin' right tonight