(Whoa-oh)

Jack makes good whiskey, yeahRed dirt makes good riding roads

Country makes good music

For kickin′ up dust in a taillight glow

Dry wood makes good fires

Good years make good swings

And all that's all good but for me

God makes

5 foot 9, brown eyes in a sundress

Loves Tim McGraw and a small-town accent

Ain′t no way that me and this truck made her fall in love

Jack makes good whiskey

But God makes the good stuff

Whoa-oh, oh-oh, God makes the good stuff

Like that sweet little kiss she lays on me

When I pull up in the gravel drive

The way she dances with the raindrops

Like she's the reason why they fall from the sky

And I thank Him every time I close my eyes

God makes

5 foot 9, brown eyes in a sundress

Loves Tim McGraw and a small-town accent

Ain't no way that me and this truck made her fall in love

Jack makes good whiskey

But God makes the good stuff

God made her so I′ma make sure

He didn′t waste an angel on me

When He made

5 foot 9, brown eyes in a sundress

Loves Tim McGraw and a small-town accent

Ain't no way that me and this truck made her fall in love

Jack makes good whiskey

But God makes the good stuff

5 foot 9, brown eyes in a sundress

Loves Tim McGraw and a small-town accent

Ain′t no way that me and this truck made her fall in love

Jack makes good whiskey

But God makes the good stuff

(Whoa-oh)

Yeah, God makes the good stuff

Yeah, God makes the good stuff (whoa-oh)

Whoa, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh