Представляем точный текст композиции "The Good Life" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Corey Smith . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Good Life» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Corey Smith передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Corey Smith - "The Good Life"
Lyrics to The Good Life : Im sittin alone in my three-bedroom home A mile east of where I was raised Starin out the window at my dog in the backyard In the pine straw covered with clay Damn hes a mess but we love him to death I guess he fits in this family well Yea were a bloodline of shepherds used to roamin the pastures Tryin to cope with this suburban hell It sure aint the good life were livin, but I reckon were happy enough Weve done well with the hand we were given, with a little hope and a whole lotta love Dad just finished buildin it must have cost him a killin That house out on Ramblers Inn He sent my brother off to college, walkin through the arches Man were all sure proud of him But he never tried to spoil us, kept our hands in the saw dust Yea we chipped in 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 aint the good life were livin, but I reckon were happy enough Weve done well with the hands we were given, with a little hope and a whole lotta love No we dont have our fists full of dollars and were no southern aristocrats No we aint got a lot but weve earned what we got And we couldnt do it much better than that My wife quite her job, now shes workin full time Takin care of the baby and me And Im playin in the bars tryin to pay off the debts Lord this half acre didnt come cheap I come draggin in three and four in the mornin Smell like tobacco and rum Still she wakes up to greet me cause she loves me completely Says shes proud of the star Ive become It sure is a good life were livin, yea I reckon were happy enough Weve done well with the hand we were given, with a little hope and a whole lotta love No we dont have our fists full of dollars and were no southern aristocrats No we aint got a lot but weve earned what we got And we couldnt do it much better than that I hope ole St. Peter will have me when they throw my coffin in the back When that hearse rolls away I hope all yall will say He couldnt do it much better than that [ The Good Life Lyrics ]
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