Written by Bobby Pinson and Trey Bruce
Well I hear there`s a place somewhere down south
Where you don`t need a hook, to catch a small-mouth
No rod, no reel, no bait, no doubt
Just whistle from the bank and they all walk out
And they say there`s a town not far from here
You can trade your debt, for gas and beer
No boss, no rent, no sweat, no cares
Where everybody is a millionaire
If there ain`t, there oughta be
Just think, of the endless, possibilities
A place where every day is Friday night
With your arms wrapped up tight, around me
If there ain`t, there oughta be
And I hear there`s a book, that you can buy
That`ll paraphrase the meanin` of life
What`s love, why me, where`s God, how high
Word for word on why women cry
If there ain`t, there oughta be
Just think, of the endless, possibilities
A place where every day is Friday night
With your arms wrapped up tight, around me
If there ain`t, there oughta be
A place for me to make my dreams come true
I wish, I wish, upon a star will do
A fully fledged, foolproof guarantee
If there ain`t, there oughta be
If there ain`t, there oughta be
Just think, of the endless, possibilities
A place where every day is Friday night
With your arms wrapped up tight, around me
Well, if there ain`t, there oughta be
Well, if there ain`t, there oughta be