You know I spent a little time out in Malibu I spent quite a bit down in Nashville too Cuz I like the beach and loves to honky tonk But the place that I call home Is where I never have to feel alone It’s the place where I was raised and I was born
And the grass don’t get much greener And life can’t get no sweeter I got a funny cigarette and a two-dollar bottle of wine And there’s no need for new beginnings More money or window trimmings And if the good Lord’s willin’, I’m a keep on chillin’, refillin’ and flyin’ high
Flyin’ high In an old lawn chair Flyin’ high With an ice cold beer Got nowhere to go, no place I’d rather be Yeah the grass don’t get much greener And life can’t get no sweeter And if the good Lord’s willin’, I’m a keep on chillin’, refillin’ and flyin’ high
You know I’ve traveled on yachts thru the south of France Think I even got a pair of Versace pants But all that makes me feel is like a fool Cuz a pontoon boat, and a bottle of Beam A couple good friends, and some cut off jeans Has made us realize, you can’t buy cool
And the grass don’t get much greener And life can’t get no sweeter I got a funny cigarette and a two-dollar bottle of wine And there’s no need for new beginnings More money or window trimmings And if the good Lord’s willin’, I’m a keep on chillin’, refillin’ and flyin’ high
Flyin’ high In an old lawn chair Flyin’ high And my family near Nowhere to go no place I’d rather be Yeah they mock me because I stand out But I ain’t never had to take a handout And if the good Lord’s willin’, I’m a keep on chillin’, refillin’ and flyin’ highTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
