Five o’clock on Friday he’s wearing a big ol’ grin
He’s glad to see this teeth grinding week coming to an end
On his back porch in a fold out chair
As the birds sing a weekend song
All is right in his world and he’s right
Where he belongs
his out and go
Tells his a hike and the road
a bad and in the mirror
a cold in his hand
And his problems disappear
is the man that the beer
counts his blessings
Thinks lucky he is right now
Finds peace of mind sip at a time
Watching the sun go down
Got an old dog at his feet
And a butterfly on the breeze
the that he loves
ain’t drowning sorrow drinking
No he wouldn’t trade his anyone
his out and go
Tells his a hike and the road
a bad and in the mirror
a cold in his hand
And his problems disappear
is the man that the beer
his out and go
Tells his a hike and the road
a bad and in the mirror
Heart is can is empty
His problems disappear
is the man that the beer
is the man that the beer
