Lyrics: Chase Rice/Hunter Phelps/Corey Crowder/Blake Pendergrass/John Byron
Music: Chase Rice/Hunter Phelps/Corey Crowder/Blake Pendergrass/John Byron
For a day
I’d cancel every plan I made
For a live well and Wal-Mart bait
I can already hear you say “Son, that's a whole lotta fish for a day”
We’d go and watch the Rockets play
I’d watch you hug coach after the game
He was a damn good friend I’m sure he’d like to see you again
For a day
We’d hop in your F250
I’d tell you to tell me bout how you met mom when you was on your way to pick up your second to last first date
We’d pour out Black Velvet Whiskey, the first one you ever drank with me
I’d trade my Chevrolet, every dollar made, every song I ever sang
For a day
I’d have to get you up on stage so you could watch me play this guitar that you gave me yea
We'd have a hell of a night
For a day
We’d hop in your F250
I’d tell you to tell me about how you met Mom when you was on your way to pick up your second to last first date
We’d pour out Black Velvet Whiskey, the first one you ever drank with me
I’d trade my Chevrolet, every dollar made, every song I ever sang
For a day
Addie’d call ya Big Pa
Youd kiss your grandkids grandma
And we’d all…..
Hop in your F250
I’d tell you to tell me about how you met Mom when you was on your way to pick up your second to last first date
We’d pour out Black Velvet Whiskey, the first one you ever drank with me
I’d trade my Chevrolet, every dollar made, every song I ever sang
For a day