Her Life's A Song - Alan Jackson

And she listens closely to the beats and the parts

She likes the songs that make her cry

And ones that pick her up and make her high

She likes the hip-hop, she loves to rock it

She’s got the country in her iPod on her pocket

She loves the guitar, she likes the fiddle

She even likes the ones where they’re just talking rhyme and riddles

And she sings along when she’s driving home going all alone

Her life’s a song

And she likes the songs that take her back and make her want

Sometimes she just wants to dance and move on

She taps her feet and sheds a tear

Plays air guitar and raises a beer

She likes the hip-hop, she loves to rock it

She’s got the country in her iPod on her pocket

She loves the guitar, she likes the fiddle

She even likes the ones where they’re just talking rhyme and riddles

And she sings along when she’s driving home going all alone

Her life’s a song

At times she sings I know just how she feels

A broken heart on a love song that kills

She likes the hip-hop, she loves to rock it

She’s got the country on her iPod in her pocket

She loves the guitar, she likes the fiddle

She even likes the ones where they’re just talking rhyme and riddles

And she sings along when she’s driving home going all alone

Her life’s a song

She likes the hip-hop, she loves to rock it

She’s got the country on her iPod in her pocket

She loves the guitar, she likes the fiddle

She even likes the ones where they’re just talking rhyme and riddles

And she sings along when she’s driving home going all alone

Her life’s a song

Yeah, her life’s a song