I got my toes in the wa ter, ass in the sand, not a wor ry in the world, a cold (G)beer in my hand.

Life is good to day,

life is good to day.

Well, the plane touched down just a bout three o’ clock and the cit y’s still on my mind.

Bi (C)ki nis and palm trees danced (F)just in my head, I was still in the bag gage line.

(C)friends.

’Cause Con my crete bar and cars ten are their own pri son bars like this (C)bod life I’m kissed liv in’ in.

But the (C)plane co co brought nut me re far plac ther, es I’m the sur smell (F)round ed of the by bar, wa ter and I’m not know if it’s goin’ her back a gain.

I got my toes in the wa ter, ass in the sand, not a wor ry in the world, a cold (G)beer in my hand.

Life is good to day,

life is good to day.

(CN.C.)A di os and va ya con (F)Di os,

yeah, I’m leav in’ G A.

And if it weren’t (G)all for te qui la and (G7)pret ty se ño ri tas, I’d have no rea son to (C)stay.

(CN.C.)A di os and va ya con (F)Di os,

yeah, I’m leav in’ G A.

Gon na (G)lay in the hot sun and (G7)roll a big fat one and, (CN.C.)and grab my gui tar and (C)play.

The four days flew by like a drunk Fri day night as the sum mer drew to an end.

Bi (C)They can’t be lieve that I (F)just could n’t leave, and I bid a the dieu to my (C)friends.

’Cause Con my crete bar and cars ten der, their she’s from the is lands, her (C)bod y’s been kissed by the sun.

But And (C)plane co co brought nut me re far plac ther, es I’m the sur smell (F)round ed of the by bar, wa and I don’t not know if it’s goin’ her or the rum.

I got my toes in the wa ter, ass in the sand, not a wor ry in the world, a cold (G)beer in my hand.

Life is good to day,

life is good to day.

(CN.C.)A di os and va ya con (F)Di os,

a long way from G A.

And The Yes, and (G)ri the mu cha chas, they (G7)call ty me big pa pa when I throw pe sos their (C)way.

(CN.C.)A di os and va ya con (F)Di os,

a long way from G A.

Some one (G)do me a fa vor and (G7)pour me some Jae ger and (CN.C.)I’ll grab my gui tar and (C)play.

The four days

(CN.C.)A di os and va ya con

and put my (C)ass in a lawn chair, toes in the clay, not a wor ry in the world, a P B (G)R on the way.

Life is good to day,

life is good to day.