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Corey Smith - The Good Life Lyrics

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  • 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
  • Yea 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 hand 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
  • Man we're all sure proud of him
  • But he never tried to spoil us, kept our hands in the saw dust
  • 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 quite 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, yea 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've earned what we got
  • And we couldn't do it much better than that
  • I hope ole 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

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