Verse 1
Sun’s beating down on the Bluegrass state
Thermometer’s pushing past ninety-eight
We got the truck bed loaded, the cooler on lock
And we ain't waiting around for the clock
The asphalt’s melting, the blacktop's hot
But we know a remedy to hit the spot
Gettin' an early start, skipping the line
Yeah, we’re officially tracking on river time
Chorus
'Cause it’s twelve o'clock somewhere, but it's ten right here
We’re dropping the pontoon and shifting the gear
Out on the lake, the water is fine
It’s a Cumberland, Dale Hollow state of mind
Pop off the top, let the worries float away
We’re starting early, gonna party all day
Sun-baked skin and a mountain view
Got a handful of silver bullets and nothing to do
Verse 2
The canopy's up and the speakers are loud
Tie the boats together, we're making a crowd
That Kentucky breeze is blowing just right
And nobody's thinking about Friday night
We got the neon silver shining in the sun
Coors Light frost, yeah the morning's begun
They say wait for the noon, but I don't care
It’s already midnight over there
Chorus
'Cause it’s twelve o'clock somewhere, but it's ten right here
We’re dropping the pontoon and shifting the gear
Out on the lake, the water is fine
It’s a Cumberland, Dale Hollow state of mind
Pop off the top, let the worries float away
We’re starting early, gonna party all day
Sun-baked skin and a mountain view
Got a handful of silver bullets and nothing to do
Bridge
Crack one open, let it sweat in your hand
The best kind of party ain't the one that you planned
From the hills to the docks, let the good times roll
We got a June sky soothing our soul
Guitar Solo
(Upbeat, twin-guitar harmony, pure summer energy)
Chorus
'Cause it’s twelve o'clock somewhere, but it's ten right here
We’re dropping the pontoon and shifting the gear
Out on the lake, the water is fine
It’s a southern Kentucky state of mind
Pop off the top, let the worries float away
We’re starting early, gonna party all day
Sun-baked skin and a mountain view
Got a handful of silver bullets and nothing to do
Outro
Yeah, nothing to do...
Just ice-cold silver bullets.
Pass me another one, it’s noon somewhere!
(Fade out with the sound of a beer tab cracking and boat motor idling)
