You've got them weekday blues Dirt on your redwing boots You got your ex's name covered with a new tattoo You've got that rubber band stack Just got your paycheck cash And if you're broke, don't you sweat it, man I got your back
So come on, come on, come on
I've been breaking in the jukebox with a little Curtis Loew Skipping new small talk with good people I don't know I've been knocking back longnecks like the county's going dry Just livin' my best life
You went and pushed your limit And got that pretty girl's digits You're smiling like you won 20 on a scratch-off ticket Go and round up all your friends Ain't gotta be the weekend They're serving two for one bucket here from 6 till 10
So come on, come on, come on
I've been breaking in the jukebox with a little Curtis Loew Skipping new small talk with good people I don't know I've been knocking back longnecks like the county's going dry Just livin' my best life Just livin' my best life
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa-whoa Oh-whoa, oh-whoa-whoa Oh-whoa, oh-whoa-whoa Just livin' my best life
If you're up or down on your luck come get to raising one up With the hold me down party crowd and the neon dive If you're looking for me I won't be too hard to find I'll be livin' my best life
'Cause I've been breaking in the jukebox with a little Curtis Loew Skipping new small talk with good people I don't know I've been knocking back longnecks like the county's going dry Just livin' my best life, alright Just livin' my best life, sing it!
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa-whoa Oh-whoa, oh-whoa-whoa Oh, I'm livin'... Oh-whoa, oh-whoa-whoa Just livin' my best lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
