Some people think that paradise is somewhere sunny and seventy-five, yeah I'll admit that it sounds pretty sweet, man, but I've got 'em beat, man Who needs a beach when
My baby got a Bass Pro hat turned back in the cab of my tractor, yeah She's up in my lap singin' songs with the words wrong, but it don't matter, no-no Ain't got a lot, but we got it made Steady fallin' like a springtime rain Sweet tea slow, goin' nowhere fast Might sound crazy, but we like it like that, yeah-yeah It might sound crazy but we like it like that
Ol' boots and worn-out jeans Mom and them livin' down the street Yeah I'm luckier than lucky number seven Ridin' 'round and holdin' on to heaven when
My baby got a Bass Pro hat turned back in the cab of my tractor, yeah She's up in my lap singin' songs with the words wrong, but it don't matter, no-no Ain't got a lot, but we got it made Steady fallin' like a springtime rain Sweet tea slow, goin' nowhere fast Might sound crazy, but we like it like that, yeah-yeah It might sound crazy but we like it like that
Ooh, like blackberry jam on a homemade biscuit Ooh, yeah, that's what I call small town livin' when
My baby got a Bass Pro hat turned back in the cab of my tractor, yeah She's up in my lap singin' songs with the words wrong, but it don't matter, no-no Ain't got a lot, but we got it made Steady fallin' like a springtime rain Sweet tea slow, goin' nowhere fast Might sound crazy but we like it like that, yeah yeah It might sound crazy, but we like it like that It might sound crazy, but we like it like that, yeah
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