Song Description
A caustic attempt for the singer to justify his many hobbies
Song Length |
3:58 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
There's a big fish in the river and he's calling my name
He's a monster, he might even bring us some fame
Me and the boys are going huntin' 'round quarter to two
Providin' for you baby, yeah that's what I do
I wear myself ragged down to the bone Baby Just for You
Been wearin' this camo for three days
How can you say that I just want to play?
Even on the weekends, Babe I'm workin' hard for you
Keepin' food on the table from my Bar-B-Q
To get it like you like it takes perfect timin'
About 24 games of washer-pitchin'
I wear myself ragged down to the bone Baby Just for You
Been sweatin' in the back yard cookin' all day
How can you say that I just want to play?
Another day of hard labor at the golf course
To give you a life of luxury, of course
The pros make a killin' on the weekend
A little more practice and I'll make it big
I wear myself ragged down to the bone Baby Just for You
Got an achin' back from swingin' these clubs all day
How can you say that I just want to play?
How can you say that I just want to play?
All work, no play, baby just for you!