Letra

Burned tire marks, hometown street Red Trans Am, bad boy streak Head held high, little too proud Turned eighteen, got the hell out I was ready to show 'em all a thing or two Thank God for you Jack on the rocks, Skynyrd bar band College dropout, no kinda plan Holes in my boots, one pair of jeans American girls, Mexican weed Sure 'nough bound for nowhere That's the truth Thank God for you I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels Girls who can dance you away from the devil And make my world spin 'round the way you do I thank God for the days on the front porch swinging Holding your hand, the whole time thinking how lucky I am Thank God for you Woahh (Woah) Woah Pawn shop guitar turned up loud Jar full of tips, beer drinking crowd Feel right at home up on the stage Songs about you, hell that I raised I still got a wild hair or two, yeah Thank God for you I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels Girls who can dance you away from the devil Make my world spin 'round the way you do I thank God for the days just a front porch swinging Holding your hand, the whole time thinking how lucky I am Thank God for you Woahh (Woah) Woah (Woah) Woah (Woah) Woah (Woah) I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels Girls who can dance you away from the devil Make my world spin 'round the way you do I thank God for the days just a front porch swinging Holding your hand, the whole time thinking how lucky I am Thank God for you
Writer(s): Randy Montana, Jon Mcelroy, Logan Mize, Blake Chaffin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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