Sweet tea on a front porch
Cold breeze through a screen door
Watching a red sun sink
and a full moon rise
That's what feeling good feels like
Lay back in my old boots
Slow hands on the clock moves
Aunt Bea Andy and Opie
in black and white
That's what feeling good feels like
Sometimes it ain't the buzz
in the bar on a Saturday night
Sometimes a backroad
windshield view is
better than a high-rise
But taking it slow
that pulling me close
look in her eyes
That's what feeling good feels like
Couple crickets and a cane pole
Summer firefly light show
Don Williams on the radio all night
That's what feeling good feels like
Sometimes it ain't the buzz
in the bar on a Saturday night
Sometimes a backroad
windshield view is
better than a high-rise
But taking it slow
that pulling me close
look in her eyes
That's what feeling good feels like
Sometimes it ain't the buzz
in the bar on a Saturday night
Sometimes a backroad
windshield view is
better than a high-rise
But taking it slow
and seeing forever
in her pretty eyes
That's what feeling good feels like
Sweet tea on a front porch
Cold breeze through a screen door
Thanking the man upstairs
for a simple life
That's what feeling good feels like