I got my (C)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 and down just a bout three o’ clock and the cit y’s still on my mind.

But Bi (C)ki nis and palm trees I’m danced (F)round in my head; I was still in the bag (G)back gage line.

Con crete and cars are their own pris on bars like the this life I’m liv ing in.

But the (C)plane brought me far ther; I’m sur (F)round ed by wa ter and I’m not go in’ (G)back a gain.

Con

I got my (C)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.)Ad i os and va ya con (F)Di os.

Yeah, I’m leav ing G A.

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

(CN.C.)Ad i os and va ya con (F)Di os.

Yeah, I’m leav ing G A.

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

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

They can’t be lieve that I just could n’t leave, and I bid a dieu to my friends.

’Cause my bar tend er, she’s from the is lands; her (C)bod y’s been kissed by the sun.

And (C)co co nut re plac es the smell of the bar, and I don’t know if it’s her or the rum.

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

(CN.C.)Ad i os and va ya con (F)Di os.

Go ing home now to stay.

The se ño (G)ri tas don’t quie ro when there’s no di ne ro, yeah, and I got no mon ey to (C)stay.

(CN.C.)Ad i os and va ya con (F)Di os.

Go ing home now to stay.

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.