Music : Casey Brown/Hunter Phelps/Travis Wood
(Sippin' on top of the world)
I'm 'bout over this puttin' in overtime week
This Chevy ain't the only thing runnin' on E
But it's 5:03 on a Friday (Friday)
And these BFG's are turnin' things my way
I hit the gas, hit the tracks, cause some air
I'm on the road, good to go, as long as there's a
Longneck 6-pack left at the Texaco
No big city traffic on them country roads
More station than static on the radio dial
I can't help but smile
I'm one lucky son-of-a-gun
Got a hell of a sunset waitin' on me and my girl
We'll be front porch sittin', good life livin'
Cold beer sippin' on top of the world
(Cold beer sippin' on top of the world)
It ain't a post card, red barn, house on a hill
Just a quater acre lot, mailbox full of bills
But don't think I don't thank Him for what I got
'Cause everyday I hit the map dot jackpot long as thеre's a
Longneck 6-pack left at thе Texaco
No big city traffic on them country roads
More station than static on the radio dial
I can't help but smile
I'm one lucky son-of-a-gun
Got a hell of a sunset waitin' on me and my girl
We'll be front porch sittin', good life livin'
Cold beer sippin' on top of the world
Yeah, we cold beer sippin' on top of the world
Yeah, at the end of the day, I can't complain
'Cause at the end of the day, there's always gonna be a
Longneck 6-pack left at the Texaco
No big city traffic on them country roads
More station than static on the radio dial
I can't help but smile
I'm one lucky son-of-a-gun
Got a hell of a sunset sinkin', just look at us, girl
We'll be front porch sittin', good life livin'
Cold beer sippin' on top of the world
Yeah, we cold beer sippin' on top of the world
Yeah, cold beer sippin' on top of the world