I'm 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 I'm 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 the pine straw covered with clay Damn he's a mess but we love him to death I guess he fits in this family well Yea we're a bloodline of shepherds used to roamin the pastures Tryin to cope with this suburban hell
It sure ain't the good life we're livin, but I reckon we're happy enough We've done well with the hand we were given, with a little hope and a whole lotta love
Dad just finished buildin it must have 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 he never tried to spoil us, kept our hands in the saw dust Yea we chipped in whenever we could And we shared in the sweat and the blood and the tears I guess he knew it would do us some good
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 fists full of dollars and we're no southern aristocrats No we ain't got a lot but we've earned what we got And we couldn't do it much better than that
My wife quite her job, now she's workin full time Takin care of the baby and me And I'm playin in the bars tryin to pay off the debts Lord this half acre didn't come cheap I come draggin in three and four in the mornin Smell like tobacco and rum Still she wakes up to greet me cause she loves me completely Says she's proud of the star I've become
It sure is a good life we're livin, yea I reckon we're happy enough We've done well with the hand we were given, with a little hope and a whole lotta love No we don't have our fists full of dollars and we're no southern aristocrats No we ain't got a lot but we've earned what we got And we couldn't do it much better than that
I hope ole St. Peter will have me when they throw my coffin in the back When that hearse rolls away I hope all ya'll will say He couldn't do it much better than thatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
