Well, I hit that hit song lottery
In-laws are finally proud of me
And after taxes, I'm probably
The richest guy I know
Got a pair of jet skis in my yard
Paid off my trailer, hell, I could buy the park
But guess what, y'all? Life's still hard
As far as livin' goes
Yeah, I'ma little bit higher up on that Nashville ladder
But money didn't fix anythin' that really matters
But my haters still say I can't sing
And my marriage still needs counseling
And my sons don't know how not to fight
Daughter's shorts are too short and too tight
And if I'm drinking honestly
Still can't drink responsibly
I'ma six-string American dream
But I still wake up sad
I still need Jesus and I still miss my dad
Work's still the wheel, and I'm still the hamster
Still got prayers that God ain't answered
Uncle Bill still got cancer
But we're still on our knees
And I'm still on empty at the fillin' station
Tryna cope with Copenhagen
Thank God I'm safe 'cause my life savings
Can't save me from me
I got a Zero-Turn John Deere that'll cut the grass faster
I guess money can't fix anythin' that really matters
But my haters still say I can't sing
And my marriage still needs counseling
And my sons don't know how not to fight
Daughter's shorts are too short and too tight
And if I'm drinking honestly
Still can't drink responsibly
I'ma six-string American dream
But I still wake up sad
I still need Jesus and I still miss my dad (so bad)
Ooh-hoo-ooh, ooh
Aright
So maybe this song's a big ol' hit
Maybe radio don't ever even touch it
Guess the point of it is whatever you're doing
Better do it 'cause you love it
But my haters still say I can't sing
And my marriage still needs counseling
And my sons don't know how not to fight
Daughter's shorts are too short and too tight
And if I'm drinking honestly
Still can't drink responsibly
I'ma six-string American dream
But I still wake up sad
I still need Jesus and I still miss my dad
See y'all, I still need Jesus and I still miss my dad