Good Life

Corey Smith

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    The Good Life

    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

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    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
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    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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