All We Need

I remember eight years old

We'd run on them nowhere dirt roads

To a little shack sitting back in the woods

Screen door, a floor and plumbing that were broke

It ain't big and it ain't pretty

I bet folks there from the city

Would take one look and never understand

But my family's proud

Built it up from the ground

Blood stains from tired working hands

It's in my mind

It's on my heart

The smell of smoke

And the sound of cheap guitars

It ain't much

It ain't supposed to be

But it's enough

And enough is all we need

Still have that same old beat up radio

That only plays one station

So the sound of country fills the air

Telling tales of outlaw situation

Empty bottle, empty pockets

But the room is filled with something you can't buy

So you can turn up your nose

But I'd rather be broke

Then think I can turn back the time

It's in my mind

It's on my heart

The smell of smoke

And the sound of cheap guitars

It ain't much

It ain't supposed to be

But it's enough

And enough is all we need

It's in my mind

It's on my heart

The smell of smoke

And the sound of cheap guitars

It ain't much

It ain't supposed to be

But it's enough

And enough is all we need

Yeah it's enough

And that's enough for me