Beach Bums

Written by：Josh Turner

I want to go to the river bank

Right down the road we'll take it slow

If I can get my truck to crank

I want to lay with you there in the sand

Yeah it ought to be fun layin' in the sun

Workin' on my farmer's tan

And we could be beach bums for awhile

No we don't even need palm trees

Cause that's just a matter of style

We could get away from everything

Yeah it's gonna be just you and me

When the weekend comes

And we could be beach bums

When it get's hot let's take a tip

I'll be baptized by your angel eyes

And I'll taste heaven on your lips

We might pack a tent and spend the night

I'll play your favorite song and you'll sing along

Right there in the fire light

And we could be beach bums for awhile

No we don't even need palm trees

Cause that's just a matter of style

We could get away from everything

Yeah it's gonna be just you and me

When the weekend comes

And we could be beach bums

No I don't need no ocean breeze

I got the river and you here with me

And we could be beach bums for awhile

No we don't even need palm trees

Cause that's just a matter of style

We could get away from everything

Yeah it's gonna be just you and me

When the weekend comes

And we could be beach bums for awhile

No we don't even need palm trees

Cause that's just a matter of style

We ought to get away from everything

Yeah it's gonna be just you and me

When the weekend comes

And we could be beach bums

Beach bums

We could be beach bums