“Good Livin”
© 2008 Codie Prevost/Jason Blaine
Verse 1
We break our backs in the hot red sun
Working all week trying to get it done
Ya we earn ever dime that we get paid
A little bit of cash for just enough gas
To drive the girls crazy when we go to fast
Come friday night, there ain’t no time to waste
Cause we’re sure making us some good old days
Chorus
It’s a gravel road kind a simple life
It’s a tire swing and a sip of wine
Hanging out beneath the lights of this small town
It’s a cornfield and a blue sky
It’s a full moon and fire flies
Sunday church and down home deep fried chicken
You can stand up tall
We got it all
And thats what I call
Good livin’
Verse 2
No rush hour race, traffic lights
Big box stores, or billboards signs
Selling junk we don’t need anyway
Cause i’ve seen enough of all that stuff
All I want is a girl to love
And a piece of land to settle down someday
Right here might be the perfect little place
Chorus
It’s a gravel road kind a simple life
It’s a tire swing and a sip of wine
Hanging out beneath the lights of this small town
It’s a cornfield and a blue sky
It’s a full moon and fire flies
Sunday church and down home deep fried chicken
You can stand up tall
We got it all
And thats what I call
Good livin’
