Fish Hunt Golf Drink Lyrics

If it wasn't for the tax man, wasn't for the bills If it wasn't for the traffic in my windshield If it wasn't always somewhere to be And my life was really up to me If I could have it my own way, you know Let me tell you how every day would go Wake up, coffee Camo, climb tree Wet line, eighteen Fish, hunt, golf, drink All fall, all spring, all summer long I'll be livin' it up and livin' it on A country boy's dream Fish, hunt, golf, drink Well, I ain't breaking eighty but I'm pretty damn close Can't shoot a Boone and Crockett if you never get to go I wanna feel me a good and when I set the hook Kick a hangover, kicking in the woods when I You might also like Wake up, coffee Camo, climb tree Wеt line, eighteen Fish, hunt, golf, drink All fall, all spring, all summer long I'll bе living it up and living it on A country boy's dream Fish, hunt, golf, drink A little chip, sip, rip a couple lips Which food plot am I gonna sip? A little chip, sip, rip a couple lips I got my goals and they go like this Wake up, coffee Camo, climb tree Wet line, eighteen Hell, thirty-six, y'all, grab the drinks All fall, all spring, all summer long I'll be living it up and living it on A country boy's dream Fish, hunt, golf, drink Fish, hunt, golf, drink Fish, hunt, golf, drink