Lyrics:

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