Cooler Full of Good Times (Clean Version)

90s country Hip hop vibe, banjos, fiddles, and harmonica, Male singer, female vocals

[Chorus]
It's a cooler full of good times, Kansas lake and sunshine,
Cold beer sweating underneath that Southern sky.
Girls in bikinis, boys acting crazy,
Jumping off the dock like we ain't got no brakes.
Yeah, we're raising a little hell while the daylight dies,
With a cooler full of good times and a fire in our eyes.
When that Kansas sun drops low and the stars come alive,
That's when this backwoods party really starts to fly.

[Verse 2]
Two wild Latina twins laughing by the shore,
Dancing in the moonlight, stealing kisses by the boat.
Everybody hollering, "Lord, what a sight!"
While somebody throws another log on the fire tonight.
Kansas venison backstrap sizzling on the grill,
Garlic, salt and pepper, man, you know the deal.
Smoke rolling upward, stars coming out,
Somebody cranks the speakers and the whole crowd shouts.

[Bridge]
Paycheck Friday when the sun goes down,
Steel guitar ringing through a little Kansas lake-town sound.
One man's got a six-string, another's got a drink,
Talking 'bout the good life and the memories we make.
Then she grabs my hand with that mischievous smile,
Says, "Come on, cowboy, let's disappear a while."
We slip through the trees where the moonlight shines,
Just a little hush-hush fun, leaving the party behind.

[Final Chorus]
It's a cooler full of good times, Kansas lake and sunshine,
Cold beer, bare feet and a Southern state of mind.
Backstrap on the grill, moon shining bright,
Revelation on the radio, singing through the night.
Yeah, tomorrow we'll laugh at the things we did tonight,
But right now we're young and everything feels right.
Raise one to the summer, raise one to the sky—
A cooler full of good times underneath that Kansas night.

[Outro]
Yeah, the fire burns low and the old lake sleeps,
Empty bottles in the cooler and mud between our feet.
She leans in close and says, "One more good time..."
I smile and say, "Baby, you already read my mind."

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Friday hit like a freight train, Kansas summertime heat, ski boat tied up, bare feet in the creek. Cooler full of cold ones, ice piled high, Bikinis on the dock underneath that Kansas sky. Out at the lake where the wheat fields roll, Revelation 3:16 coming through the radio. We ain't counting minutes, ain't watching the clock, Just living like tomorrow ain't gonna knock. [Chorus] It's a cooler full of good times, Kansas lake and sunshine, Cold beer sweating underneath that Southern sky. Girls in bikinis, boys acting crazy, Jumping off the dock like we ain't got no brakes. Yeah, we're raising a little hell while the daylight dies, With a cooler full of good times and a fire in our eyes. When that Kansas sun drops low and the stars come alive, That's when this backwoods party really starts to fly. [Verse 2] Two wild Latina twins laughing by the shore, Dancing in the moonlight, stealing kisses by the boat. Everybody hollering, "Lord, what a sight!" While somebody throws another log on the fire tonight. Kansas venison backstrap sizzling on the grill, Garlic, salt and pepper, man, you know the deal. Smoke rolling upward, stars coming out, Somebody cranks the speakers and the whole crowd shouts. [Chorus] It's a cooler full of good times, Kansas lake and sunshine, Cold beer sweating underneath that Southern sky. Girls in bikinis, boys acting crazy, Jumping off the dock like we ain't got no brakes. Yeah, we're raising a little hell while the daylight dies, With a cooler full of good times and a fire in our eyes. When that Kansas sun drops low and the stars come alive, That's when this backwoods party really starts to fly. [Bridge] Paycheck Friday when the sun goes down, Steel guitar ringing through a little Kansas lake-town sound. One man's got a six-string, another's got a drink, Talking 'bout the good life and the memories we make. Then she grabs my hand with that mischievous smile, Says, "Come on, cowboy, let's disappear a while." We slip through the trees where the moonlight shines, Just a little hush-hush fun, leaving the party behind. [Final Chorus] It's a cooler full of good times, Kansas lake and sunshine, Cold beer, bare feet and a Southern state of mind. Backstrap on the grill, moon shining bright, Revelation on the radio, singing through the night. Yeah, tomorrow we'll laugh at the things we did tonight, But right now we're young and everything feels right. Raise one to the summer, raise one to the sky— A cooler full of good times underneath that Kansas night. [Outro] Yeah, the fire burns low and the old lake sleeps, Empty bottles in the cooler and mud between our feet. She leans in close and says, "One more good time..." I smile and say, "Baby, you already read my mind."

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