I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand
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Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand
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Life is good today. Life is good today.
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Well, the plane touched down just about 3 o'clock
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And the city's still on my mind
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Bikinis and palm trees danced in my head
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I was still in the baggage line
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Concrete and cars are there own prison bars like this life
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I'm living in
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But the plane brought me farther.
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I'm surrounded by water
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And I'm not going back again
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I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand
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a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand
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Life is good today. Life is good today.
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Adios and vaya con dios
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Yeah I'm leaving GA
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And if it weren't for tequila and pretty senoritas
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I'd have no reason to stay
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Adios and vaya con dios
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Yeah I'm leaving GA
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Gonna lay in the hot sun and roll a big fat one
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And grab my guitar and play
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Four days flew by like a drunk Friday night as the summer drew to an end
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They can't believe that I just couldn't leave
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And I bid adieu to my friends
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Because my bartender she's from the islands
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Her body's been kissed by the sun
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And coconut replaces the smell of the bar and I don't know if its her or the rum
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I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand
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Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand
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Life is good today. Life is good today.
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Adios and vaya con dios
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A long way from GA
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Yes and all the muchachas they call me "big poppa" when I throw pesos their way
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Adios and vaya con dios
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A long way from GA
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Someone do me a favor and pour me some Jaeger
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And I'll grab my guitar and play
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Adios and vaya con dios
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Going home now to stay
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The senoritas don't care-o when there's no dinero
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You got no money to stay
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Adios and vaya con dios
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Going home now to stay
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Just gonna gonna drive up by the lake
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With my ass in a lawn chair
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And toes in the clay
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Not a worry in the world a PBR on the way
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Life is good today. Life is good today.
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Toes
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| Zac Brown Band |
