Lyrics Got It Good - Rodney Atkins

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
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