Thank God For You

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