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Testo Got It Good
Testo Got It Good
Ain't it somethin'?
You can jump on a plane
Or hop on a bus
Catch you a train
Take in a Saturday game at Wrigley Field
Man ain't it awesome?
You can hit Talladega Drink you a beer with a fan of the driver you've always hated
And probably always will
Yeah I forget how good I got it sometimes
How lucky I am just to be alive
I pass good prayer to the man upstairs
Just to thank him like I should
You know I get it
I got it good
Oh, it's amazing
That boy in the yard is half a mile wide
God bless his heart, the other half is every last bit of me
I can't explain it
How his momma wound up with somebody like me When she could have done so much better
Make you fall down on your knees
Yeah I forget how good I got it sometimes
How lucky I am just to be alive
I pass good prayer to the man upstairs
Just to thank him like I should
You know I get it
I got it good
Yes I do
I get goin' so fast
That what matters gets blurred
And I can't feel the grass, see the trees, hear the birds
The sky starts to rain
And I cuss and complain like a fool
Yeah I forget how good I got it sometimes
How lucky I am just to be alive
I pass good prayer to the man upstairs
Just to thank him like I should
You know I get it
God I got it good
Yes I do
Get it got it good
Yes I've got it good
Oh Oooooh
Oh Oooooh
You can jump on a plane
Or hop on a bus
Catch you a train
Take in a Saturday game at Wrigley Field
Man ain't it awesome?
You can hit Talladega Drink you a beer with a fan of the driver you've always hated
And probably always will
Yeah I forget how good I got it sometimes
How lucky I am just to be alive
I pass good prayer to the man upstairs
Just to thank him like I should
You know I get it
I got it good
Oh, it's amazing
That boy in the yard is half a mile wide
God bless his heart, the other half is every last bit of me
I can't explain it
How his momma wound up with somebody like me When she could have done so much better
Make you fall down on your knees
Yeah I forget how good I got it sometimes
How lucky I am just to be alive
I pass good prayer to the man upstairs
Just to thank him like I should
You know I get it
I got it good
Yes I do
I get goin' so fast
That what matters gets blurred
And I can't feel the grass, see the trees, hear the birds
The sky starts to rain
And I cuss and complain like a fool
Yeah I forget how good I got it sometimes
How lucky I am just to be alive
I pass good prayer to the man upstairs
Just to thank him like I should
You know I get it
God I got it good
Yes I do
Get it got it good
Yes I've got it good
Oh Oooooh
Oh Oooooh
HILL, EDWARD MONROE / ATKINS, RODNEY A. / BEATHARD, CASEY MICHAEL
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, MIKE CURB MUSIC, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, MIKE CURB MUSIC, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
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