Hell Of A Way To Go - Acoustic
Me and him was beatin' them banks
Talkin' life and death, Fords and Chevrolets
Said, "Son, we got it made"
Got a live well full, little sunshine, a little shade"
Said, "I don't wanna go today"
But when my time comes and if I had it my way"
I'd be sittin' on a lake like glass
Catchin' Large mouth Bass, just my boy and me
Or maybe on a 50-yard line
Watchin' Alabama 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 the radio
Would be a hell of a way to go
I remember thinkin' that day
I couldn't picture him going any other way
Someday, when I get old
I can only hope that when the good Lord calls me home
I'm sittin' on a lake like glass
Catchin' Large mouth Bass, just my boy and me
Or maybe on a 50-yard line
Watchin' Alabama beat the hell out of 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 fishing 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' Large mouth Bass, just waitin' on me
Or maybe on a 50-yard line
Watchin' Alabama beat the shit 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
Would be a hell of a way to go
That would be a hell of a way to go
Talkin' life and death, Fords and Chevrolets
Said, "Son, we got it made"
Got a live well full, little sunshine, a little shade"
Said, "I don't wanna go today"
But when my time comes and if I had it my way"
I'd be sittin' on a lake like glass
Catchin' Large mouth Bass, just my boy and me
Or maybe on a 50-yard line
Watchin' Alabama 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 the radio
Would be a hell of a way to go
I remember thinkin' that day
I couldn't picture him going any other way
Someday, when I get old
I can only hope that when the good Lord calls me home
I'm sittin' on a lake like glass
Catchin' Large mouth Bass, just my boy and me
Or maybe on a 50-yard line
Watchin' Alabama beat the hell out of 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 fishing 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' Large mouth Bass, just waitin' on me
Or maybe on a 50-yard line
Watchin' Alabama beat the shit 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
Would be a hell of a way to go
That would be a hell of a way to go
Credits
Writer(s): Erik Anderson, Riley Green, Wyatt Colton Mccubbin
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