Waiting on Summer Again
Album: Over, Over You
By: Frank Vieira
By: Frank Vieira
Duration
3:21
Genres
Lyrics
Jimmy Buffett on my radio, tackle box loaded up I got my fishing pole, trailer hitch down and im ready to roll and I aint coming back one I hit the shore,(CHORUS) (and its a whole lot a nothing and oh boy aint it something, its a cold one popped, tank tops, flip flops, burnin in my farmer's tan I been working all winter and waiting on summer again)I got fifteen weeks to myself n me no work, no stress, livin the dream by a cooler, a pool, or a shady oak tree when the suns beaten down thats where Ill be, (CHORUS) Yeah its, 4 brown eyes under a sailors night sky, laying out with the girl of my dreams, it may not be much but its the world to me. its an old guitar, by the campfire sparks a few good friends and some pbr kenny chesney from the back of the cars livin it up, under the stars (Chorus)