Got It Good

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 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, yes I do 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 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, God I got it good, yes, I do Get it, got it good, yes I got it good