It's about time, I can't wait any longer Got a winter-long thirst for where the sun is stronger I got nothin' to do We'll talk about the days of old And we'll sit around and drink beer that's cold We both know there's nothin' better to do No more workin' all day, nothin' making us stay Except it's better here now than it was yesterday It's alright as long as you don't mind a good time on a Friday night and it's Robert Keen, he's floatin' on a breeze through the cedar trees And it's all I need to set me free Sittin' in the back of this pickup truck I know I've no shortage of luck On this Texas summer day Drivin' through the river well it soothes my soul Sippin' iced tea and I feel at home Content to know no other way Got ol' Lyle on the stereo, got an endless dirt road Got nowhere that I gotta go