✿Bella's Paradise✿

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