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 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 corn fields 
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 old 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 ole boys and beer 
And me, as long as you're right here. 
Your license in my wallet 
When we go out downtown 
Your lipstick 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 in to 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 old 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 ole 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 old 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 ole boys and beer 
And me, as long as you're right here. 
And me, as long as you're right here. 
 
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