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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
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Fish Hunt Golf Drink