Round about September when the coast is clear I sit out on the shoreline with my rod and reel Stare across the ocean towards the setting sun Put a sinker down and think about the man I have become And all the love I've lost along the way And all my friends who never made it back across these waves I wet a line and let it ride Pour a cold one in my cup It might not look like fun when they ain't biting none But it's enough to catch a buzz Been casting off this old spot for twenty years My first fish and my first kiss I caught them here Me and my war bound buddies swore until we died On this old shore I thank the lord they can't see me cry For all the love I've lost along the way For all my friends who never made it back across these waves I wet a line and let it ride Pour a cold one in my cup It might not look like fun when they ain't biting none But it's enough to catch a buzz A couple sunsets on the coast will get it done When I need time to be alone I wet a line and let it ride pour a cold on in my cup It might not look like fun when they ain't biting none But it's enough to catch a buzz