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 cornfields
One 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
Whats the point of this ol guitar if it aint got no strings?
Or pourin your heart into a song that you aint gonna sing?
Its a match made up in heaven, like good ol boys and beer
And me, as long as youre right here
Your license in my wallet when we go out downtown
Your lipsticks 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
Whats the point of this ol guitar if it aint got no strings?
Or pourin your heart into a song that you aint gonna sing?
Its a match made up in heaven, like good ol boys and beer
And me, as long as youre right here
Sometimes were oil and water
But I wouldnt have it any other way
And if Im 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
Whats the point of this ol guitar if it aint got no strings?
Or pourin your heart into a song that you aint gonna sing?
Its a match made up in heaven, like good ol boys and beer
And me, as long as youre right here
And me, as long as youre right here