Round about September when the coast is clear
I sit out on the shoreline with my rod and reel
Stare across the ocean towards the setting sun
Put a sinker down and think about the man I have become
And all the love I've lost along the way
And all my friends who never made it back across these waves
I wet a line and let it ride
Pour a cold one in my cup
It might not look like fun when they ain't biting none
But it's enough to catch a buzz
Been casting off this old spot for twenty years
My first fish and my first kiss I caught them here
Me and my war bound buddies swore until we died
On this old shore I thank the lord they can't see me cry
For all the love I've lost along the way
For all my friends who never made it back across these waves
I wet a line and let it ride
Pour a cold one in my cup
It might not look like fun when they ain't biting none
But it's enough to catch a buzz
A couple sunsets on the coast will get it done
When I need time to be alone
I wet a line and let it ride pour a cold on in my cup
It might not look like fun when they ain't biting none
But it's enough to catch a buzz