Got It Good - Rodney Atkins

Ain’t it something?

You can jump on a plane

And 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 the 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

Oh, I pass through a prayer to the man upstairs

Just to thank Him like I should

Let Him know I get it, I got it good

Oh, it’s amazing that boy in the yard

Is half of my wife and God bless his heart

The other half is every last bit of me

I can’t explain it how his mama wound up with somebody like me

When she could’ve done so much better

Make you fall down on your knees

I get going 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