Текст: Rhett Akins. Friday Night in Dixie. Must Be Livin' Right.

Munchin' on a hot dog, sippin' on a cold beer
Got my seat propped up on the back of seat twenty four
Sittin' in the nose bleeds, workin' on the sun burn
Ain't nobody up here even worried 'bout the score
Now, it'd take a selfish man to ask for any more

Guess I must be living right, kicking back on cloud nine
No place on this earth I'd rather be
Right here, right now, that's what life's all about
Oh, what a great day to feel alive
Guess I must be livin' right


Me and my baby fishin' on a creek bank
We got a Folgers coffee can half full of wines
Toss in the water, I ain't had the first bait
There's a storm cloud movin' in but I ain't concerned
'Cause I got a back seat, I got a blanket and I got her


Guess I must be livin' right, kicking back on cloud nine
No place on this earth I'd rather be
Right here, right now, that's what life's all about
Oh, what a great day to feel alive
Guess I must be livin' right


Well, I know everything can go like I want it to all the time
But things today is sure going my way, rain or shine


Guess I must be livin' right, kicking back on cloud nine
No place on this earth I'd rather be
Right here, right now, that's what life's all about
Man, what a great day to feel alive
Guess I must be livin' right


Yeah, livin' right
I'm livin' right, must be livin' right
Take it home