Drink, Cuss, or Fish

Did he say we’re on?
Yeah we’re on
Kay, well let’s hope for the best
Um, what’s the count
A-one, a-two, a-one, two, three, four
I hope I can endure this vocal
With a drink in my hand
I know the world’s a big ol' place
No two people ever the same
Different strokes for different folks
Yeah I know it’s true
Now I’m tryna tell ya
What you should do
But if you don’t like beer on a Friday night
You don’t say «hell yeah» when a big one bites
To each his own but I can tell ya this
I don’t trust nobody don’t drink, cuss, or fish
(Ah, reel it in boys)
If tipping one back
Sounds like a damn good time
You ain’t afraid to let
A four letter fly
You love the feel of a rotten reel
While casting a line
I guarantee we’ll get along just fine
But if you don’t like beer on a Friday night
You don’t say «hell yeah» when a big one bites
To each his own but I can tell ya this
I don’t trust nobody don’t drink, cuss, or fish
We might be different
Not do things the same
It’s true, I don’t care
Either way
(Nice one)
But if you don’t like beer on a Friday night
You don’t say «hell yeah» when a big one bites
To each his own but I can tell ya this
I don’t trust nobody who don’t drink
But if you don’t like beer on a Friday night
You don’t say «hell yeah» when a big one bites
To each his own but I can tell ya this
I don’t trust nobody don’t drink
I don’t trust nobody don’t drink, cuss, or fish (or hunt)
Anybody who don’t like country music
I don’t like them people either
(What happens if you’re too drunk to fish?)