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Riley Green

Hell Of A Way To Go

 

Hell Of A Way To Go


So, uh, y'all wanna hear a brand new song I ain't ever played before?
Good news is y'all won't know if I screw it up
I wrote this song a while back, uh
My granddad used to say, "That'd be a hell of a way to go"
Talking 'bout doing a lot of things whether it be fishing or watching Alabama play or whatever it was and
I wrote this song thinking about that
I just happened to cut it a couple weeks ago, we're gonna put it out, I imagine, but
That's what this song's called, be the first time I play it, so
Wish me luck

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"
Said I don't wanna go today
But if my time comes and if I had it my way

Be sitting on a lake like glass
Catching largemouth bass, just my boy and me
Or maybe on a fifty-yard line
Watching Alabama beat the hell out of Tennessee
Or maybe on a front porch swing
Something cold to drink, 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'm sitting on a lake like glass
Catching largemouth bass, just my boy and me
Or maybe on a fifty-yard line
Watching Alabama beat the hell out of Tennessee
Or maybe on a front porch swing
Something cold to drink, mama's hand 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

Sitting on a lake like glass
Catching largemouth bass, just waiting on me
Or maybe on a fifty-yard line
Watching Alabama beat the shit out of Tennessee
Or maybe on a front porch swing
Something cold to drink, mama's hand to hold
And a song on the radio
Yeah, it might be this song on the radio
Would be a hell of a way to go
That would be a hell of a way to go

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