Lyrics Little Things - Lee Brice

Little Things

Yeah, you might say he ain’t got much to his name
Sitting on the porch and waiting on the rain
His corn won’t grow 'less the good Lord sheds his tears
He smiles and says, «There's always next year»
Yeah money, it don’t come easy
But sonny, that ain’t what’s gonna please me
(It's the little things)
Got a pretty girl on my left, old dog on my right
Cold beer in my hand on a Saturday night
You add it all up, it’s bigger than you think
You don’t need much, it’s just the little things
It’s the little things
He knows that old truck’ll crank, yeah, it always turns over
Ain’t got no need for a black Range Rover
The gun rack holds and the tape deck sings
What more could you need than just them little things
Got a pretty girl on my left, old dog on my right
Cold beer in my hand on a Saturday night
You add it all up, it’s bigger than you think
You don’t need much, it’s just the little things, yeah
Just them little things
Oh, like a guitar player with a slide
Yeah
Got a pretty girl on my left, old dog on my right
Cold beer in my hand on a Saturday night
You add it all up, it’s bigger than you think
You don’t need much, it’s just the-
Hey
Got a pretty girl on my left, old dog on my right
Cold beer in my hand on a Saturday night
You add it all up, it’s bigger than you think
You don’t need much, it’s just the little things
(Hm, what!?)
Yeah!
Yeah, I like it like that