Fish Hunt Golf Drink Lyrics by Luke Bryan
If it wasn’t for the taxman, wasn’t for the bills
If it wasn’t for the traffic in my windshield
If there wasn’t always somewhere to be
And my life was really up to me
If I could have it my own way, ya know
Let me tell ya how every day would go
Wake up, coffee
Camo, climb tree
Wet line, 18
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 breakin’ 80, 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’n when I set the hook
Kick a hangover kickin’ in the woods when I
Wake up, coffee
Camo, climb tree
Wet line, 18
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
A little chip, sip, rip a couple lips
Which food plot am I gonna sit?
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, 18
Hell, 36, y’all grab a 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
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Fish, hunt, golf, drink
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Fish, hunt, golf, drink