Out on that dusty old gravel road,
With a cooler packed and a heavy load,
My buddies and me, laughin' mighty loud,
Fish guts and scales drawin' quite the crowd.

[Verse 2]
Cars start to slow, each one in turn,
Folks lookin' curious, eyes start to burn,
We slap our knees, bent over in glee,
As each one checks that old cooler by the tree.

[Chorus]
Coolers and comrades, fish in the sun,
Laughin' till our sides ache, havin' some fun,
Cars pull over, one by one,
Country life is wild, and we ain't quite done.

[Verse 3]
Old bobby breaks out his steel-string guitar,
Strums a few chords, we're makin' our war,
Against the boredom, banishin' blues,
With every car stoppin', we find new news.

[Verse 4]
Sis brought the brew chilled to perfection,
Mike's got bait for our angling collection,
We share stories, some old and some new,
Under that big sky, where the cool winds blew.

[Chorus]
Coolers and comrades, fish in the sun,
Laughin' till our sides ache, havin' some fun,
Cars pull over, one by one,
Country life is wild, and we ain't quite done.