A 40 HP Johnson on a flat bottom metal boat

Coke cans and BB guns, barbed wire and old fence posts

8-point bucks in autumn and freshly cut cornfieldsOne arm out the window and one hand on the wheel

Some things just go better together and probably always will

Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise, Sunday drives and time to kill

What′s the point of this ol' guitar if it ain′t got no strings?

Or pourin' your heart into a song that you ain't gonna sing?

It′s a match made up in heaven, like good ol′ boys and beer

And me, as long as you're right here

Your license in my wallet when we go out downtown

Your lipstick′s stained every coffee cup that I got in this house

The way you say, "I love you, too" is like rain on an old tin roof

And your hand fits right into mine like a needle in a groove

Some things just go better together and probably always will

Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise, Sunday drives and time to kill

What's the point of this ol′ guitar if it ain't got no strings?

Or pourin′ your heart into a song that you ain't gonna sing?

It's a match made up in heaven, like good ol′ boys and beer

And me, as long as you′re right here

Sometimes we're oil and water

But I wouldn′t have it any other way

And if I'm being honest, your first and my last name

Would just sound better together and probably always will

Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise, Sunday drives and time to kill

What′s the point of this ol' guitar if it ain′t got no strings?

Or pourin' your heart into a song that you ain't gonna sing?

It′s a match made up in heaven, like good ol′ boys and beer

And me, as long as you're right here

And me, as long as you′re right here