A 40 HP Johnson on a flat bottom metal boat Coke 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 pourin' 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 pourin' 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 pourin' 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