The Good Life Corey Smith Verse 1: D G D G Sittin alone in my three bedroom home, D G D G a mile east of where I was raised. D G D G Stairin' out the window at my dog in the backyard, D - Dsus4 A D G in the pinestraw covered with clay. D G D G Damn he's a mess, but we love him to death, G D G D G guess he fits in this family well. D G D G Yeah we're a blood line of sheperds used to roam in the pastures, D - Dsus4 A D tryin' to cope with this suburban hell. Chorus: D G D G Aww, it sure is a good life we're livin', D G D G Yeah I reckon we're happy enough. D G D G We've done well with the hands we were givin', D - Dsus4 A D with a little hope and a whole lotta' love. Verse 2: D G D G Dad just finished buildin', it must've cost him a killin', D G D G that house out on Rambeler's Inn. D G D G He sent my brother off to college, walkin' through the arches, D G D G Man we're all sure proud of him. D G D G But he never tried to spoil us kept our hands in the sawdust, D G D G yeah we chipped in whenever we could. D G D G We shared in the sweat and the blood and the tears, D - Dsus4 A D I guess he knew it would do us some good. (Chorus)plus: D G D G Lord we don't have our fist full of dollars, D G D G and we're no southern aristocrats. D G D G Naw, we aint got a lot but we've earned what we got, G A D and we couldn't do it much better than that. (Solo)Play verse chords over lead. Verse 3: D G D G My wife quit her job now she's workin' full time, D G D G takin' care of the baby and me. D G D G And I'm playin' in the bars tryin' to pay off the debts, D G D G Lord this half-acre didn't come cheap. D G D G And I come draggin' in three and four in the mornin', D G D G smellin' like tobacco and rum. D G D G Still she wakes up to greet me cause she loves me completley, D - Dsus4 A D Says she's proud of the star I've become. (Chorus)plus: D G D G Lord we don't have our fist full of dollars, D G D G and we're no southern aristocrats. D G D G Naw, we aint got a lot but we've earned what we got, G A D and we couldn't do it much better than that. D G D G And I hope ole' Saint Peter will have me, D G D G when they throw my cauffin in the back. D G D G When that herse rolls away I hope all ya'll will say, G A D he couldn't do it much better than that, G A D He couldn't do it much better than that, G A D He couldn't do it much better than that. "I saw him play this live, so it's correct."
