(Verse 1) C That sleepy little campfire poppin' kinda craklin' G We were heatin' up the pork and beans G Bubba said man it don't get any better than this C If you know what I mean C We sat there for a minute listening to the crickets F Thinkin' this is pretty hard to beat G Till Jr. stood up spit in the fire C Said boys I hate to disagree (Chorus) F But if a bus load of women, really good looking women C Just suddenly pulled in here Gm C Old Joe T. Garcia showed up with fajitas and a 100 gallon keg of beer F And Haggard dropped by and brought Willie with him C And they started takin' requests Am G Well don't get me wrong boys this is pretty good F C But it could get better than this (Verse 2) C Bill Dance and Hank Parker floated by in a boat G And volunteered to be our fishin' guides G And Richard Petty pulled up in the old '43 car C And asked us if we wanted a ride C We'd all sit around singin' poncho and F Lefty playing poker and smoking big cigars G Now don't take offense y'all I'm perfectly content C Just sittin' here under the stars (Chorus) F But if a bus load of women, really good lookin' women C Just suddenly pulled in here Gm And Old Emeril Lagasse showed up with kielbasa C And a 100 gallon keg of beer F If Haggard dropped by and brought Willie with him C And they started takin' requests Am G Don't get me wrong boys this is pretty good F C But it could get better than this F Now if a bus load of women, really good lookin' women C Just suddenly pulled in here Gm And Little Jimmy Dickens showed up with fried chicken C And a 100 gallon keg of beer F Merle Haggard dropped by and brought Willie with him C And they started takin' requests Am G Don't get me wrong boys this is pretty good F C But it could get better than this Am G Don't get me wrong boys this is pretty good F C But it could get better than this