Some people think that paradise is somewhere sunny and seventy-five, yeah...

I'll admit that it sounds pretty sweet, man, but I've got 'em beat, man

Who needs a beach when.

My baby got a bass pro hat turned back in the cab of my tractor, yeah

She's up in my lap singin' songs with the words wrong, but it don't matter, no-no...

Ain't got a lot, but we got it made

Steady fallin' like a springtime rain

Sweet tea slow, goin' nowhere fast

Might sound crazy, but we like it like that, yeah-yeah...

It might sound crazy but we like it like that.

Ol' boots and worn-out jeans

Mom and them livin' down the street

Yeah I'm luckier than lucky number seven

Ridin' 'round and holdin' on to heaven when.

My baby got a bass pro hat turned back in the cab of my tractor, yeah...

She's up in my lap singin' songs with the words wrong, but it don't matter, no-no...

Ain't got a lot, but we got it made

Steady fallin' like a springtime rain

Sweet tea slow, goin' nowhere fast

Might sound crazy, but we like it like that, yeah-yeah...

It might sound crazy but we like it like that.

Ooh, like blackberry jam on a homemade biscuit

Ooh, yeah, that's what I call small town livin' when.

My baby got a bass pro hat turned back in the cab of my tractor, yeah

She's up in my lap singin' songs with the words wrong, but it don't matter, no-no...

Ain't got a lot, but we got it made

Steady fallin' like a springtime rain

Sweet tea slow, goin' nowhere fast

Might sound crazy but we like it like that, yeah yeah...

It might sound crazy, but we like it like that

It might sound crazy, but we like it like that, yeah...

(Ooh, hey, yeah)

It might sound crazy, but we like it like that, yeah-yeah...