Verse 1
Monday clocks and Friday stress,
Punching in, just doing my best.
Watching that old clock crawl all day,
Dreaming of that shoreline escape.
Can’t wait to clock out, leave this town,
Trade these work boots for flip-flops now.
‘Cause five o’clock’s calling, I know where I’m bound—
With a cold one in my hand, where worries all drown.
Pre-Chorus
Out here the worries drift away,
Like ripples fading with the wake.
Life can wait till another day,
I’m right where I ought to stay.
Chorus
I’m floating with the current, letting life roll on,
Cold one in my right hand, singing my favorite song.
Like Alan Jackson sang, it’s five o’clock somewhere,
So raise ‘em to the boats and the good times we share.
Fishing line or ski rope, it don’t matter to me,
Just a cold one in my hand, drifting wild and free.
Verse 2
Fire up the pontoon, let the motor hum,
Cooler packed and the weekend’s come.
Cast a line, tell a story, laugh with friends,
Making memories that never end.
Kids jumping off the dock, skis cutting through,
Every boat gets a wave from me and you.
Sun sinking low, painting gold on the blue,
There’s no better place than this lake with you.
Pre-Chorus
No rush, no race, no finish line,
Just soaking up this little piece of time.
The world can spin without me today,
The lake’s got a better plan anyway.
Chorus
I’m floating with the current, letting life roll on,
Cold one in my right hand, singing my favorite song.
Like Alan Jackson sang, it’s five o’clock somewhere,
So raise ‘em to the boats and the good times we share.
Fishing line or ski rope, it don’t matter to me,
Just a cold one in my hand, drifting wild and free.
Bridge
Life’s a lot like this old lake,
Some days calm, some waves to take.
You can’t control the wind that blows,
Just enjoy the ride wherever it goes.
The best stories aren’t found in a race,
They’re written in these slow-paced days.
Final Chorus
I’m floating with the current, letting life roll on,
Cold one in my right hand, singing my favorite song.
Here’s to family, friends, and the memories we make,
To every sunset shining across this lake.
When the world gets heavy, this is where I’ll be,
Drifting with the water, wild and free.
Outro
So if you see us floating where the blue sky meets the sun,
Give a wave—we’ll wave right back with another cold one.
‘Cause some of life’s greatest treasures aren’t found on dry land…
They’re found floating on the water, with a cold one in your hand.
DoubleJ83
