Burnt tire marks, on town streets Red Trans-Am, bad boy streak Head held high, little too proud Turned eighteen, got the hell out I was ready to show 'em all a thing or two Thank God for you
Jack on the rocks, Skynyrd bar band College drop out, no kinda plan Holes in my boots, one pair of jeans American girls, Mexican weed Straight up bound for nowhere, that's the truth Thank God for you
I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels Girls who can dance you away from the devil Make my world spin 'round, the way you do I thank God for the days just a front porch swinging Holding your hand, the whole time thinking How lucky I am Thank God for you (Woah) (Woah)
Pawn shop guitar, turned up loud Jar full of tips, beer drinking crowd Feels right at home, up on the stage Songs about you, and the hell I've raised I've still got a wild hair or two Thank God for you
I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels Girls who can dance you away from the devil Make my world spin 'round, the way you do Well I thank God for the days just a front porch swinging Holding your hand the whole time thinking How lucky I am Thank God for you (Woah) (Woah)
I thank God for the days just a front porch swining Holding your hand, the whole time thinking How lucky I am Thank God for you
Now I hardly know, the man in the mirror But I kinda like, what you did hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
