This old six string has been with me since I was just a kid
It's been rained on, rusty, and dropped and busted
But no matter what I did, it never let me down
Yeah I love my Sundays at the speedway, feelin' the engines roar
And that checker flag rush, cold beer and cussin'
Who could ask for more?
Baby, the same truth, are the things that I have and do
They got nothing on you, you're what matters most
They got nothing on you, it's not even close
My favorite whiskey, afternoon fishing
Baseball and barbeque
They got nothing on you
Do you remember the lake spot where we skimmed rocks
And watched the Sun go down
And that soft summer breeze on a white sandy beach
With no one else around
Baby, they're beautiful, but no matter how beautiful
They got nothing on you, girl, you're what matters most
They got nothing on you, it's not even close
My own German shepherd
My kids when they rag her John 3:16 tattoo
They got nothing on you, woo, yeah
They got nothing on you
The brightest of summers, the tallest of mountains
Deepest of ocean blue
They got nothing on you
They got nothing on you, girl, yeah
They got nothing on you, you're what matters most
They got nothing on you, yeah, it's not even close
My favorite whiskey, afternoon fishing
Baseball and barbeque
Yeah, my own German shepherd
My kids when they rag her John 3: 16 tattoo
They got nothing on you, yeah
They got nothing on you
