Some people think that paradise is
Somewhere sunny and seventy-five, yeah
I'll admit that it sounds pretty sweet, man
But I got 'em beat, man
Who needs a beach when

My baby got a Bass Pro hat turned back
In the cab of my tractor, yeah
She's up in my lap singin' songs with the words wrong
But it don't matter no, no
Ain't got a lot, but we got it made
Steady fallin' like a springtime rain
Sweet tea slow goin' nowhere fast
Might sound crazy but we like it like that, yeah, yeah
It might sound crazy but we like it like that

Ol' boots and worn-out jeans
Mom and them livin' down the street
Yeah, I'm luckiеr than lucky number seven
Ridin' 'round and holdin' on to hеaven when

My baby got a Bass Pro hat turned back
In the cab of my tractor, yeah
She's up in my lap singin' songs with the words wrong
But it don't matter no, no
Ain't got a lot, but we got it made
Steady fallin' like a springtime rain
Sweet tea slow goin' nowhere fast
Might sound crazy but we like it like that, yeah, yeah
It might sound crazy but we like it like that

Ooh-ooh-ooh
Like blackberry jam on a homemade biscuit
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, that's what I call small town living when

My baby got a Bass Pro hat turned back
In the cab of my tractor, yeah
She's up in my lap singin' songs with the words wrong
But it don't matter no, no
Ain't got a lot, but we got it made
Steady fallin' like a springtime rain
Sweet tea slow goin' nowhere fast
Might sound crazy but we like it like that, yeah, yeah
It might sound crazy but we like it like that

Hey, hey, yeah
It might sound crazy but we like it like that, yeah
Ooh-ooh
Hey, yeah
It might sound crazy but we like it like that, yeah, yeah