Better than This Brad Paisley

[Verse 1]
That sleepy little campfire poppin', kinda cracklin'
We were heatin' up the pork and beans
And Bubba said, "Man, it don't get any better than this
If you know what I mean"
We sat there for a minute, listenin' to the crickets
Thinkin' this was pretty hard to beat
'Til Junior stood up, spit in the fire
And said, "Boys, I hate to disagree"

[Chorus]
But if a bus load of women, really good lookin' women
Just suddenly pulled in here
Old Joe T. Garcia showed up with fajitas
And a hundred-gallon keg of beer
And Haggard dropped by and brought Willie with him
And they started takin' requests
Well, don't get me wrong, boys, this is pretty good
But it could get better than this

[Verse 2]
If Bill Dance and Hank Parker floated by in a boat
And volunteered to be our fishin' guides
And Richard petty pulled up in the old '43 car
And asked us if we wanted a ride
We'd all sit around, singin' "Pancho & Lefty"
Playin' poker, smokin' big cigars
Now, don't take offense, y'all, I'm perfectly content
Just sittin' here under the stars