Grillin’ and Chillin’ Songtext
von Sammy Kershaw

I thought about rakin′ the leaves
Thought about mowin' the yard
Thought of walkin′ the dog
Thought of washin' the car
Got a list on the fridge
Alamos gave it a damn
Finally made up my mind
So here I am just


Grillin'
And chillin′
My favorite right kind of time killin′
No runnin'
Just sunnin′
And gettin' my fair share of funnin′
Got it made in the shade
With the radio playin'
Some strait singin′ old Dean Dillon
And tryin' to keep my beer from spillin'
And grillin′
And chillin′

I got some chicken an' beans
Got some corn on the cob
A cold cooler of beer
Let me pop you a top
No, you don′t need a thing
No reason to call
Just drop on in
We'll have a ball just


Grillin′
And chillin'
My favorite right kind of time killin′
No runnin'
Just sunnin'
And gettin′ my fair share of funnin′
Got it made in the shade
With the radio playin'
Some strait singin′ old Dean Dillon
And tryin' to keep my beer from spillin′
And grillin'
And chillin′

When it's been a long week
And I'm dead on my feet
And I don′t wanna′ worry on work anymore
You'll find me out there
Laid back in my chair
Just thankin′ the lord

For Grillin'
And chillin′
My favorite right kind of time killin'
No runnin′
Just sunnin'
And gettin' my fair share of funnin′
Got it made in the shade
With the radio playin′
Some strait singin' old Dean Dillon
And tryin′ to keep my beer from spillin'
And grillin′
And chillin'