Lyrics

There’s a sunset lighting up a mackerel sky
There’s a mackerel on the end of my 20lb line
The chances of me worrying, they’re running none to slim
Because we’re sitting on the front porch with a tonic and gin

And when a guitar comes out and we sing Gordy or Bob
And the night swells up so much there must be a God

There’s a whole lot of alright, if I’m feeling unsafe
If I’m insecure or someone makes me irate
If I’m needy, felling oppressed, or my guilt makes me uptight
Just lay it all on me, a whole lot of alright

I got a sandwich and a pickle and a handful of chips
I got sucked out to sea in the place where it rips
This thing handles pretty well on this old dusty road
Me and my baby sleep better on a chain anchor rode

And when she shimmies up on me like she knows her place
With the devil in her eye and hair all stuck to her face

It’s a whole lot of alright, if I’m feeling unwell
If they tell me I’m crazy, tell me to go straight to hell
If I’m entitled and privileged and that makes me uptight
Just lay it all me, a whole lot of alright

A sweater, her smile, and an old pair of jeans
Brand new downhill skis, or a fast snow machine
You're all there by the fire as it lights the night,
It's the end of my story, it’s a whole lot of alright

I'm holding your hand, as we stroll down the street
I'm loving the weather, give me the cold or the heat
I'm sitting in business (because I never turn right)
More of everything, it's a whole lot of alright