Beach Bums - Josh Turner

I wanna go to the riverbank

Right down the road, we’ll take it slow

If I can get my truck to crank

I wanna lay with you there in the sand

Yeah, it oughta be fun layin' in the sun

Working on my farmer’s tan

And we can be beach bums for a while

Naw, we don’t even need palm trees

'Cause that’s just a matter of style

And we can get away from everything

Yeah it’s gonna be just you and me

When the weekend comes

And we can be beach bums

When it gets hot, let’s take a dip

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 as you sing along

Right there in the firelight

And we can be beach bums for a while

Naw, we don’t even need palm trees

'Cause that’s just a matter of style

And we can get away from everything

Yeah it’s gonna be just you and me

When the weekend comes

And we can be beach bums

No I don’t need no ocean breeze

I got the river and you here with me

And we can be beach bums for a while

Naw, we don’t even need palm trees

'Cause that’s just a matter of style

And we can get away from everything

Yeah it’s gonna be just you and me

When the weekend comes

And we can be beach bums for a while

Naw, we don’t even need palm trees

'Cause that’s just a matter of style

We oughtta get away from everything

Yeah it’s gonna be just you and me

When the weekend comes

And we can be beach bums

Beach bums

We can be beach bums