"Sippin' On Top Of The World" lyrics

Sippin' on top of the world

I'm 'bout over this puttin' in overtime week
This Chevy ain't the only thing runnin' on E
But it's 5:03 on a Friday (Friday)
And these BFGs are turnin' things my way

I hit the gas, hit the tracks, caught some air
I'm on the road, good to go, as long as there's a

Long-neck 6-pack left at the Texaco
No big-city traffic on them country roads
More station than static on the radio dial
I can't help but smile
I'm one lucky son of a gun
Got a hell of a sunset waitin' on me and my girl
We'll be front porch sittin', good-life-livin'
Cold-beer-sippin' on top of the world
(Cold-beer-sippin' on top of the world)

It ain't a post-card red-barn house on a hill
Just a quarter-acre lot, mailbox full of bills
But don't think I don't thank Him for what I got
'Cause every day I hit the map dot jackpot long as there's a

Long-neck 6-pack left at the Texaco
No big-city traffic on them country roads
More station than static on the radio dial
I can't help but smile
I'm one lucky son of a gun
Got a hell of a sunset waitin' on me and my girl
We'll be front-porch-sittin', good-life-livin'
Cold-beer-sippin' on top of the world
Yeah, we cold-beer-sippin' on top of the world

Yeah, at the end of the day, man, I can't complain
'Cause at the end of the day, there's always gonna be a

Long-neck 6-pack left at the Texaco
No big-city traffic on them country roads
More station than static on the radio dial
I can't help but smile
I'm one lucky son of a gun
Got a hell of a sunset sinkin', just look at us, girl
We're front-porch-sittin', good-life-livin'
Cold-beer-sippin' on top of the world
Yeah, we cold-beer-sippin' on top of the world
Yeah, cold-beer-sippin' on top of the world