A 40 HP Johnson on a flat bottom metal boat
Coke cans and BB guns, barbed wire and old fence posts
8-point bucks in autumn and freshly cut cornfields

One arm out the window and one hand on the wheel

Some things just go better together and probably always will
Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise, Sunday drives and time to kill
What´s the point of this ol´ guitar if it ain´t got no strings?
Or pourin´ your heart into a song that you ain´t gonna sing?
It´s a match made up in heaven, like good ol´ boys and beer
And me, as long as you´re right here

Your license in my wallet when we go out downtown
Your lipstick´s stained every coffee cup that I got in this house
The way you say, "I love you, too" is like rain on an old tin roof

And your hand fits right into mine like a needle in a groove

Some things just go better together and probably always will
Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise, Sunday drives and time to kill
What´s the point of this ol´ guitar if it ain´t got no strings?
Or pourin´ your heart into a song that you ain´t gonna sing?
It´s a match made up in heaven, like good ol´ boys and beer
And me, as long as you´re right here

Sometimes we´re oil and water, but I wouldn´t have it any other way
And if I´m being honest, your first and my last name

Would just sound better together and probably always will
Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise, Sunday drives and time to kill
What´s the point of this ol´ guitar if it ain´t got no strings?
Or pourin´ your heart into a song that you ain´t gonna sing?
It´s a match made up in heaven, like good ol´ boys and beer
And me, as long as you´re right here
And me, as long as you´re right here