作曲:Luke Combs,Dan Isbell,Randy Montana
作词:Luke Combs,Dan Isbell,Randy Montana
** cans and BB guns barbed wire and old fence posts
8-point bucks in autumn and freshly cut cornfields
One arm out the window and one hand on the wheel
Some things just go better together and probably always will
Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise
Sunday drives and time to kill
What's the point of this ol' guitar
If it ain't got no strings
Or pouring your heart into a song
That you ain't gonna sing
It's a match made up in heaven
Like good ol' boys and beer
And me as long as you're right here
Your license in my wallet when we go out downtown
Your lipstick's stained every coffee cup that I got in this house
The way you say I love you too
Is like rain on an old tin roof
And your hand fits right into mine
Like a needle in a groove
Some things just go better together and probably always will
Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise
Sunday drives and time to kill
What's the point of this ol' guitar
If it ain't got no strings
Or pouring your heart into a song that you ain't gonna sing
It's a match made up in heaven
Like good ol' boys and beer
And me as long as you're right here
Sometimes we're oil and water
But I wouldn't have it any other way
And if I'm being honest your first and my last name
Would just sound better together and probably always will
Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise
Sunday drives and time to kill
What's the point of this ol' guitar
If it ain't got no strings
Or pouring your heart into a song that you ain't gonna sing
It's a match made up in heaven
Like good ol' boys and beer
And me as long as you're right here
And me as long as you're right here