Killin’ Some Time Lyrics by Dylan Scott
Yeah, I know that we only get one shot
One life, one chance, yeah, that’s all that we got
I’ma make the most of it while I can
Can I get an amen?
I was raised up Sunday in a little white church
By amazing grace I learned the word
Yeah, I know where I’m going when I leave this place
But until that day
I’ll be killing some time, drinking some beer
Making some noise with the boys down here
Yeah, chasing the girls, chasing the money
Saving it up for a place in the country
Falling in love, making some babies
Making the most what the good Lord gave me
It’s a hell of a story till I get my back forty way up in the sky
Until then I’m just killing some time
I miss fishing with Granddad on Sunday afternoons
And I miss my buddy who was taken too soon
Yeah, I know where but I don’t know when
So till I see him again
I’ll be killing some time, drinking some beer
Making some noise with the boys down here
Yeah, chasing the girls, chasing the money
Saving it up for a place in the country
Falling in love, making some babies
Making the most what the good Lord gave me
It’s a hell of a story till I get my back forty way up in the sky
Until then I’m just killing some time
Life’s too short to sweat the small stuff
Long as I’m living, I’ll be living it up
I’ll be killing some time, drinking some beer
Making some noise with the boys down here
Yeah, chasing the girls, chasing the money
Saving it up for a place in the country
Falling in love, making some babies
Making the most what the good Lord gave me
It’s a hell of a story till I get my back forty way up in the sky
Until then I’m just killing some time
Yeah, just killing some time
Until then I’m just killing some time