It's twenty below this morning My fingers are as cold as can be I can't always justify staying but it's Home sweet home to me And it's 80 and sunny in Florida I hear deep sea fishin's a ball but here we drink beer in an ice house and you don't need a cooler at all We got ten thousand lakes of clear blue water Though they're frozen half of the year Our temps might stay just a little bit colder but so does all of our beer With 3 feet of snow on the sidewalk it's cold everywhere you'd assume But there's Honky tonk music at Rollie's Where the swing dancers heat the whole room Now I just gotta keep my baby toasty for without here I am incomplete I'd throw one more log on the fire but she prefers my body heat We say we like changin of season and we're a hearty people as well we all have made up our reasons but I think we're just stubborn as hell Won't somebody buy me a beer?