Lyrics

The alarm clock’s ringin’ before the sun,
Coffee in the cup, and the race’s begun,
Punch that clock, yeah, I’d like to punch it alright.
From dawn to dark, it’s the daily grind,
It ain’t bad work, and I’ll be just fine,
But I’m dreamin’ of freedom come summer time.

I like my job, but I love summer better,
More free time and much better weather.
Warm breeze, palm trees, sun on my face,
Driftin’ far away from the rat race.
From a beach in Florida to the hills of Tennessee,
California sun and that golden coast breeze,
Lakefront weekend or Great Plains free,
Anyplace where work ain’t lookin’ for me.

Go here, sign there, plan this, meet them,
I wish some free time would come my way again.
It’s the grind we all know, blue or white collar,
We trade our time for that almighty dollar.
Give me campfire light where the night runs slow,
Or a lazy chair swing where the soft winds blow.

I like my job, but I love summer better,
More free time and much better weather.
Warm breeze, palm trees, sun on my face,
Driftin’ far away from the rat race.
From the Texas coast to the Colorado peaks,
Great Lakes shores and those Yellowstone springs,
Midwest fields and slow moving streams,
Anyplace where work ain’t lookin’ for me.

Some say if pleasure stayed, it’d fade away,
We’d get soft in an endless holiday.
Well, I’d like to test that theory out,
In a hammock somewhere just chillin’ out.

I like my job, but I love summer better,
More free time and much better weather.
Warm breeze, palm trees, sun on my face,
Driftin’ far away from the rat race.
From the Carolinas with their beaches and trees,
To rolling green hills or a farmland breeze,
Long quiet days where it’s easy to be,
Anyplace where work ain’t lookin’ for me.

Anyplace where work ain’t lookin’ for me.