Friday night beers

Out by the river where the grass grows high,

Cooler full of beers and the stars in the sky.

The fire’s cracklin’, the night feels right,

With my buddies and our girls, we own this night.

Raise your glass, let the laughter roll,

Telling tales that never get old.

The firelight dances, the moon hangs low,

This is the life we’ll always know.

Arnie’s talkin’ 'bout that big ol’ buck,

While Theresa’s teasing 'bout his run of bad luck.

The girls are giggling, the guys join in,

We’re all family here, through thick and thin.

Raise your glass, let the laughter roll,

Telling tales that never get old.

The firelight dances, the moon hangs low,

This is the life we’ll always know.

Cool summer breeze through the whisperin’ pines,

The sound of the crickets, the rhythm divine.

The glow of the fire in her sparkling eyes,

I’m holding her close, this is paradise.

The stories slow down as the embers fade,

But the memories we’re making, they’ll never age.

We’ll do it again come the next clear night,

With our buddies, our girls, and the firelight.