The Good Life
Corey Smith
Verse 1:
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Sittin alone in my three bedroom home,
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a mile east of where I was raised.
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Stairin' out the window at my dog in the backyard,
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in the pinestraw covered with clay.
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Damn he's a mess, but we love him to death,
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guess he fits in this family well.
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Yeah we're a blood line of sheperds used to roam in the pastures,
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tryin' to cope with this suburban hell.
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Aww, it sure is a good life we're livin',
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Yeah I reckon we're happy enough.
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We've done well with the hands we were givin',
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with a little hope and a whole lotta' love.
Verse 2:
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Dad just finished buildin', it must've cost him a killin',
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that house out on Rambeler's Inn.
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He sent my brother off to college, walkin' through the arches,
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Man we're all sure proud of him.
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But he never tried to spoil us kept our hands in the sawdust,
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yeah we chipped in whenever we could.
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We shared in the sweat and the blood and the tears,
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I guess he knew it would do us some good.
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(Chorus)plus:
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Lord we don't have our fist full of dollars,
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and we're no southern aristocrats.
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Naw, we aint got a lot but we've earned what we got,
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and we couldn't do it much better than that.
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Verse 3:
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My wife quit her job now she's workin' full time,
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takin' care of the baby and me.
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And I'm playin' in the bars tryin' to pay off the debts,
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Lord this half-acre didn't come cheap.
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And I come draggin' in three and four in the mornin',
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smellin' like tobacco and rum.
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Still she wakes up to greet me cause she loves me completley,
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Says she's proud of the star I've become.
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Lord we don't have our fist full of dollars,
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and we're no southern aristocrats.
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Naw, we aint got a lot but we've earned what we got,
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and we couldn't do it much better than that.
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And I hope ole' Saint Peter will have me,
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when they throw my cauffin in the back.
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When that herse rolls away I hope all ya'll will say,
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he couldn't do it much better than that,
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He couldn't do it much better than that,
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He couldn't do it much better than that.
"I saw him play this live, so it's correct."
