paroles de chanson Sippin' On Top Of The World - Russell Dickerson

Sippin' on top of the world

I'm 'bout over this puttin'-in-overtime week
This Chevy ain't the only thing runnin' on E
But it's 5:03 on a Friday (Friday)
And these BFG's are turnin' things my way

I hit the gas, hit the tracks, cause some air
I'm on the road, good to go, as long as there's a

Longneck six-pack left at the Texaco
No big city traffic on them country roads
More station than static on the radio dial
I can't help but smile
I'm one lucky son-of-a-gun
Got a hell of a sunset waitin' on me and my girl
We'll be front porch sittin', good life livin'
Cold beer sippin' on top of the world
(Cold beer sippin' on top of the world)

It ain't a post card, red barn, house on a hill
Just a quarter acre lot, mailbox full of bills
But don't think I don't thank Him for what I got
'Cause every day I hit the map dot jackpot long as there's a

Longneck six-pack left at the Texaco
No big city traffic on them country roads
More station than static on the radio dial
I can't help but smile
I'm one lucky son-of-a-gun
Got a hell of a sunset waitin' on me and my girl
We'll be front porch sittin', good life livin'
Cold beer sippin' on top of the world
Yeah, we cold beer sippin' on top of the world

Yeah, at the end of the day, man, I can't complain
'Cause at the end of the day, there's always gonna be a

Longneck six-pack left at the Texaco
No big city traffic on them country roads
More station than static on the radio dial
I can't help but smile
I'm one lucky son-of-a-gun
Got a hell of a sunset sinkin', just look at us, girl
We're front porch sittin', good life livin'
Cold beer sippin' on top of the world
Yeah, we cold beer sippin' on top of the world (oh), ooh
Cold beer sippin' on top of the world