The Good Life Lyrics & Tabs by Corey Smith
The Good Life
guitar chords lyrics
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
Yeah, 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 hands 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
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 sawdust
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 quit 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'
Yeah, 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 love what we got
And we couldn't do it much better than that
I hope ol' 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 that”
