Lyrics:

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 cornfieldsOne 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