The Good Life Songtext
von Corey Smith
The Good Life Songtext
Sittin′ alone in my three-bedroom home
A mile east of where I was raised
Starin' out the window at my dog in the backyard
In a pine straw-covered enclave
Damn, he′s a mess, but we love him to death
I guess he fits in this family well
Yeah, we're a bloodline of shepherds used to roamin' the pastures
Tryin′ to cope with this suburban hell
Oh, it sure ain′t the good life we're livin′
But I reckon we're happy enough
We′ve done well with the hands we were given
With a little hope and a whole lotta love
Dad just finished buildin', it must′ve cost him a killin'
That house out on Rambler's Inn
He sent my brother off to college, walkin′ through the arches
Man, we′re all sure proud of him
But Daddy never tried to spoil us, kept our hands in the sawdust
Yeah, we'd chip in whenever we could
Yeah, we shared in the sweat and the blood and the tears
I guess he knew it would do us some good
Oh, it sure ain′t the good life we're livin′
But I reckon we're happy enough
We′ve done well with the hands we were given
With a little hope and a whole lotta love
No, we don't have our fist full of dollars
And we're no southern aristocrats
No, we ain′t got a lot, but we love what we got
And we couldn′t do it much better than that
My wife quit her job, now she's workin′ full-time
Takin' care of the babies and me
And I′m up in Chattanooga tryin' to pay off the debts
Lord, this half-acre didn′t come cheap
And I'll come draggin' in at three or four Sunday mornin′
Smellin′ like tobacco and rum
Still she'll wake up to greet me ′cause she loves me completely
Says she's proud of the little star I′ve become
Oh, it sure is the good life we're livin′
Yeah, I reckon we're happy enough
We've done well with the hands we were given
With a little hope and a whole lotta love
And I hope old Saint Peter will have me
When they throw my coffin in the back
When that hearse rolls away, I hope all y′all will say
"He couldn′t do it much better than that"
"He couldn't do it much better than that"
"He couldn′t do it much better than that"
A mile east of where I was raised
Starin' out the window at my dog in the backyard
In a pine straw-covered enclave
Damn, he′s a mess, but we love him to death
I guess he fits in this family well
Yeah, we're a bloodline of shepherds used to roamin' the pastures
Tryin′ to cope with this suburban hell
Oh, it sure ain′t the good life we're livin′
But I reckon we're happy enough
We′ve done well with the hands we were given
With a little hope and a whole lotta love
Dad just finished buildin', it must′ve cost him a killin'
That house out on Rambler's Inn
He sent my brother off to college, walkin′ through the arches
Man, we′re all sure proud of him
But Daddy never tried to spoil us, kept our hands in the sawdust
Yeah, we'd chip in whenever we could
Yeah, we shared in the sweat and the blood and the tears
I guess he knew it would do us some good
Oh, it sure ain′t the good life we're livin′
But I reckon we're happy enough
We′ve done well with the hands we were given
With a little hope and a whole lotta love
No, we don't have our fist full of dollars
And we're no southern aristocrats
No, we ain′t got a lot, but we love what we got
And we couldn′t do it much better than that
My wife quit her job, now she's workin′ full-time
Takin' care of the babies and me
And I′m up in Chattanooga tryin' to pay off the debts
Lord, this half-acre didn′t come cheap
And I'll come draggin' in at three or four Sunday mornin′
Smellin′ like tobacco and rum
Still she'll wake up to greet me ′cause she loves me completely
Says she's proud of the little star I′ve become
Oh, it sure is the good life we're livin′
Yeah, I reckon we're happy enough
We've done well with the hands we were given
With a little hope and a whole lotta love
And I hope old Saint Peter will have me
When they throw my coffin in the back
When that hearse rolls away, I hope all y′all will say
"He couldn′t do it much better than that"
"He couldn't do it much better than that"
"He couldn′t do it much better than that"
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