Cold Beer (The Fishing Song)

cold beer, I like to drink
sittin on the side of the river bank
just fishing, fishing away my pain
an a warm fire that feels just right
something about life in the middle of the night
an the moon line shining on the water
catfish biting nothing else matters

an a brown eyed pretty little girl
sitting by my side I call my world
an my truck gets me where I need to go
yeah my job it don't pay much but it
gets me thru the week an gets me thru
the rough an a request just to get away
for one day with

cold beer, I like to drink
sittin on the side of the river bank
just fishing, fishing away my pain
an a warm fire that feels just right
something about life in the middle of the night
an the moon line shining on the water
catfish biting nothing else matters

an a ole pack of Marlboro reds
I smoke on the front porch clearing my head
from all this responsibility
an laughter coming from a child
playing outside born to be wild
an ole dog that hunts thru the night with me
its like

cold beer, I like to drink
sittin on the side of the river bank
just fishing, fishing away my pain
an a warm fire that feels just right
something about life in the middle of the night
an the moon line shining on the water
catfish biting nothing else matters

cold beer, I like to drink
sittin on the side of the river bank
just fishing, fishing away my pain
an a warm fire that feels just right
something about life in the middle of the night
an the moon line shining on the water
catfish biting nothing else matters
nothing else matters