Cold Beer Saturday”

(Verse 1)

Well, it’s Saturday night, and the sun’s goin’ down,

I’m sittin’ on the porch just outside of town.

The work week’s done, and I’ve earned my pay,

A cold beer in my hand’s how I’m gonna play.

(Chorus)

Cold beer Saturday, that’s my kind of night,

Sippin’ on a brew ‘neath the pale moonlight.

No fancy plans, just takin’ it slow,

Cold beer in my hand, watchin’ the fireflies glow.

(Verse 2)

Got a jukebox playin’ them old-school tunes,

The kind that make you sway under the harvest moon.

The night’s rollin’ in, the sky’s painted red,

And I ain’t thinkin’ ‘bout tomorrow, just livin’ instead.

(Chorus)

Cold beer Saturday, that’s my kinda dream,

Ice-cold bottle, and the night’s like a stream.

Flowin’ so easy, it feels just right,

Cold beer in my hand, and it’s gonna be a good night.

(Bridge)

Some folks chase the neon, some run to the bars,

But I’d rather be right here countin’ them stars.

No city lights, just a country breeze,

And this cold beer’s the only thing I need.

(Chorus)

Cold beer Saturday, that’s the way it goes,

Crickets singin’ softly, while the cool wind blows.

Just me and the night, keepin’ it slow,

Cold beer in my hand, I don’t need nothin’ more.

(Outro)

Yeah, it’s a cold beer Saturday, and I’m feelin’ fine,

Kickin’ back easy, lettin’ the stars align.

With that cold beer in my hand, I’m livin’ it right,

It’s a simple kind of heaven on a Saturday night.