It's about time, I can't wait any longer
Got a winter-long thirst for where the sun is stronger
I got nothin' to do
We'll talk about the days of old
And we'll sit around and drink beer that's cold
We both know there's nothin' better to do
No more workin' all day, nothin' making us stay
Except it's better here now than it was yesterday

It's alright as long as you don't mind a good time on a Friday night and it's
Robert Keen, he's floatin' on a breeze through the cedar trees
And it's all I need to set me free

Sittin' in the back of this pickup truck
I know I've no shortage of luck
On this Texas summer day
Drivin' through the river well it soothes my soul
Sippin' iced tea and I feel at home
Content to know no other way
Got ol' Lyle on the stereo, got an endless dirt road
Got nowhere that I gotta go