Patio Pourin’

CYPRESS LAKE NIGHTS

Verse 1

Sun droppin’ low on Cypress Lake,

Cold drink sweatin’, let the whole week fade.

Bare feet up and a little tan line,

Good friends laughing, yeah, we’re doing just fine.

Guitar humming from the patio stage,

Pontoon lights dancing on the water like flames.

A little bit wild, a little slow,

Ain’t nowhere else that I wanna go.

Chorus

We’re kicking it back on a Cypress Lake night,

Moon on the water and the whole crew tight.

Live band playing something low and sweet,

Little bit of whiskey, little summer heat.

Come by boat, come by car, come as you are,

We got cold drinks waiting underneath the stars.

Yeah, life gets good when the sun goes down,

On a Cypress Lake patio, kicking it around.

Verse 2

Cutoffs, sundresses, skin sun-kissed,

Somebody leaning in for a long slow kiss.

Smoke from the grill and a southern breeze,

Spanish moss swaying through the cypress trees.

Cooler’s wide open, somebody yell “cheers,”

We might stay right here for a hundred years.

Band turns it up and the girls start to sway,

Nobody’s thinking ’bout tomorrow today.

Chorus

We’re kicking it back on a Cypress Lake night,

Moon on the water and the whole crew tight.

Live band playing something low and sweet,

Little bit of whiskey, little summer heat.

Come by boat, come by car, come as you are,

We got cold drinks waiting underneath the stars.

Yeah, life gets good when the sun goes down,

On a Cypress Lake patio, kicking it around.

Bridge

Let that six-string roll,

Let that lake breeze blow,

Pull me a little closer, baby, nice and slow.

No clocks, no shoes, no reason to leave,

Just you, me, and that Louisiana heat.

Final Chorus

We’re raising ’em high on a Cypress Lake night,

Bonfire glowing and the feeling just right.

Good friends, good music, sweet summertime,

Making bad decisions with the best damn kind.

Come by boat, come by car, follow that sound,

Where the drinks stay cold and the love hangs around.

Yeah, heaven might look like this somehow—

Cypress Lake, live music, and all of us now.

Tag:

Cold drinks, tan lines, live strings, lake time…

Baby, meet me where the cypress meets the moonlight.