Songtext von Sippin' On Top Of The World

(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 BFG's are turnin' things my way I hit the gas, hit the tracks, cause some air I'm on the road, good to go, as long as there's a Longneck 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 quater acre lot, mailbox full of bills But don't think I don't thank Him for what I got 'Cause everyday I hit the map dot jackpot long as there's a Longneck 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, I can't complain 'Cause at the end of the day, there's always gonna be a Longneck 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'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, cold beer sippin' on top of the world