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A beer in one hand, your hand in the other

My beach chair’s a few feet in 

The taste of honey bourbon on my lips

Not a cloud in sight 

We’ve just been sitting here singing 

That honey bourbon beach chair delight

The breeze whispers and whistles 

A couple claps their hands 

Even the swimmers want in on the action

She’s sitting by my side 

Holding onto my thigh

Oh how easy life can be

When we don’t try 

I’m done running 

I’ve given up chasing 

I’m never coming back

Wood

I’ll sit here long into the night 

The tides will keep rolling in 

Sunshine to stars 

A honey bourbon beach chair delight

Wild and free’