Revvin' My CJ-7

It's been a long year

As far as I can see

I could use a vacation

But I've gotta take care of my family

Wrapping up another hard work day

I've gotta get back home

So I shift into third gear

And I cruise out to my favorite songs

And still I don't know why

I'm always putting up a fight

When I'm so damn tired

From working over time

If I can't get into heaven

I best be revving my CJ7

Now, ain't that the life?

Ain't that the life?

Ain't that the life?

Ain't that the life?

Stepping into the morning

My sun glasses on

My heads a little weak from drinking

All of these nights are so long

If I can't stay out of trouble

May be the death of me

But I was branded as a harmony rebel

With a tattoo at fifteen

And still I don't know why

I'm always putting up a fight

When I'm so damn tired

From working over time

Well if I can't get into heaven

I best be revving my CJ7

Now, ain't that the life?

That keeps rolling me by

With two kids and a wife

My miss American pie

If I can't get into heaven

I best be revving my CJ7

Now, ain't that the life?

Ain't that the life?

Ain't that the life?

Ain't that the life?