Слова:
Smith Corey The Good Life

It's the good life, full of fun, seems to be the ideal Yes, the good life, lets you hide all the sadness you feel You won't really fall in love 'cause

Me and you in a midnight blue, ?82 Camaro Crossin? over the Hartwell bridge movin? fast as she would go Windows down, radio up, we were singin? ?Freebird

Have you ever seen a Georgia sunset? Across the cool October sky You know it's like a little piece of Heaven Hung in between the day and night Every

Oh I got one hand on the bottle, and the other on the wheel And I?m tearin up a gravel road, just north of Sandersville I'm headin? down the holler

can't pay the debts I owe, There's many a man lookin for me, I keep a pistol under my pillow, Feel I'm goin crazy, I've been good for nothing lately

whenever we could And we shared in the sweat and the blood and the tears I guess he knew it would do us some good It sure ain't the good life we're

their troubled lives. I was raised in Georgia, in a one red light town. And my daddy picked guitar in every honky tonk around. And he taught me all the good