Hell Of A Way To Go

Me and him was beating them banks
Talking life and death, Fords and Chevrolets
Said, "Son, we've got it made
Got a live well full, little sunshine, a little shade"
I ain't ready to go today
But when my time comes and if I had it my way

I be sitting on a lake like glass
Catching largemouth bass, just my boy and me
Or maybe on a fifty-yard line
Watching Alabama whoop up on Tennessee
Or maybe on a front porch swing
Something cold to drink, and mama's hand to hold
And a song on the radio
Would be a hell of a way to go

I remember thinking that day
I couldn't picture him going any other way
Someday, when I get old
I can only hope that when the good Lord calls me home

I'd be sitting on a lake like glass
Catching largemouth bass, just my boy and me
Or maybe on a fifty-yard line
Watching Alabama whoop up on Tennessee
Or maybe on a front porch swing
Something cold to drink, my baby's to hold
A song on the radio
Would be a hell of a way to go
That would be a hell of a way to go

No, he wasn't out fishing on the day he died
But I bet about the time he closed his eyes

He was sitting on a lake like glass
Catching largemouth bass, just waiting on me
Or maybe on a fifty-yard line
Watching 'Bama beat the hell out of Tennessee
Or maybe on a front porch swing
Something cold to drink, and mama's hand to hold
And a song on the radio
That's a hell of a way to go
Yeah that's a hell of a way to go