The Lacs
The Lacs
The Lacs & Montgomery Gentry
The Lacs
The Lacs & Hard Target & Cymple Man
The Lacs
The Lacs
The Lacs
The Lacs
The Lacs
The Lacs & Hard Target
The Lacs
[Intro]
Turn the radio on
[Chorus: Rooster]
Hey, welcome back summer where you been?
Every year you trip and fall
All the ladies jumpin' in, me I like to cannonball
All the southern summer grins that she know is poppin' off
And can't forget the alcohol
Go by knee deep, take a seat, drink beer, smoke trees
Catch a buzz, catch a fish, grab your girl and steal a kiss
Climb up on that round floor, sip a little bit of that Crown and Coke
Kick it back and take it slow, just let us go without the rope (Yeah)
[Chorus: Rooster]
Bring on the cold beer, bring on the hot sun
Turn the radio up tune the world out, run
Wild across the water, wide open like a bottle
On the lips of these sexy little southern supermodels
Leave your give a damn up on the shore
Damn sure ain't no room for it out here
On a lake somewhere
[Verse 2: Uncle Snap]
I got my cooler full, what y'all drink? Lake life, now what y'all think
Let my troubles up on the bank, you can call it drink or sink
'Bout the time with the line, if they don't bite then that's just fine
No shoes, no shirt, no tan lines, them country girls lookin' damn fine
Pontoon, water slidin', swamp boat, air glidin'
Sippin' on that moonshine and pickin' and grinnin', feelin' fine
Ain't worried about that work flow, forget about your work load
I propose the first toast, jump in and let your hurt go
[Chorus: Rooster]
Bring on the cold beer, bring on the hot sun
Turn the radio up tune the world out, run
Wild across the water, wide open like a bottle
On the lips of these sexy little southern supermodels
Leave your give a damn up on the shore
Damn sure ain't no room for it out here
On a lake somewhere
[Bridge: Uncle Snap]
(Whoa, whoa) (Ooh) Every lake's got a place we could turn into a party cover
(Whoa, whoa) (Ooh) Every boat's got a rope we can tie to a line and float
(Let's go, woo!)
[Chorus: Rooster]
Bring on the cold beer, bring on the hot sun
Turn the radio up tune the world out, run
Wild across the water, wide open like a bottle
On the lips of these sexy little southern supermodels
Leave your give a damn up on the shore
Damn sure ain't no room for it out here
On a lake somewhere