This old six string has been with me
Since I was just a kid
It's been rained on, rusty, dropped and busted
But no matter what I did, it never let me down
Yeah, I love my Sundays at the speedway
Feelin' the engines roar
And that checker flag rush, cold beer and cussin'
Who could ask for more?
Baby, the simple truth
Are the things that I have and do
They got nothing on you
You're what matters most
They got nothing on you
It's not even close
My favorite whiskey, afternoon fishing
Baseball and barbeque
They got nothing on you
Do you remember that lake spot where we skimmed rocks
And watched the sun go down
And that soft summer breeze on a white sandy beach
With no one else around
Baby, they're beautiful but no matter how beautiful
They got nothing on you, girl
You're what matters most
They got nothing on you
It's not even close
My old German shepherd
A Keith Whitley record, or a John 3:16 tattoo
They got nothing on you, woo
Yeah, they got nothing on you
The brightest of summers, the tallest of mountains
Deepest of ocean blue
They got nothing on you
They got nothing on you, girl, yeah
They got nothing on you
You're what matters most
They got nothing on you, yeah
It's not even close
My favorite whiskey, afternoon fishing
Baseball and barbeque
Yeah, my old German shepherd
A Keith Whitley record, or a John 3:16 tattoo
They got nothing on you
Yeah, they got nothing on you