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
Pre-Chorus
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