It's a good life, we ain't dead yet....

he was sitting there,
lookin’ beat down
with his ripped shirt
shootin’ whiskey down
he looked like he had had all he could stand
with his muddy boots, and his callused hands

the scars on his face, told the story how
his hard working days, knocked his life around

when his beer was done, he ordered another round
looked over at me he started to smile

trough his missing teeth, he looked at me and said
it’s a good life, we ain’t dead yet

I am here until I die
and for that how could I cry
I get to live to see another day,to kiss my wife, to see my children play

So through it all. the good and the bad,
my life is great I won’t be sad
I’ve earned my scars, I can’t be upset
It’s a good life, I ain’t dead yet

he said these calluses im thankful for,
and hopefully before I die I’ll have a lot more
these muddy boots are a tribute to,
the type of work I was born to do
this ripped shirt was a hand me down,
wore by my grandfather who built this town

I could sit here and whine,
about what I don’t have
about how hard it is,
or where I am

but why would I curse this path
that put me here, where I could stand
on my two feet so proud to say,
my life is great I wouldn’t want it any other way

I am here until I die
and for that how could I cry
I get to live to see another day,
to kiss my wife,
to see my children play

so through tit all. the good and the bad
my life is great I won’t be sad
I’ve earned my scars,
I can’t be upsetit's a good life,
I ain't dead yet