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Zac Brown Band The Foundation

(Violin playing) so we live in our old van Travel all across this land Me and you and We'll end up hand in hand Somewhere down on the sand just Me and

I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand Life is good today, life is good today Well, the plane touched

She make a train take a dirt road Make it stop on a dime Make 'em wonder which way to go Make a man change his mind She's a lawyer's queen, a trucker

Cocaine flame in my bloodstream Sold my coat when I hit Spokane Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes In the early mornin' rain Lately my hands they

There's a place where the boat leaves from It takes away all your big problems You got worries you can drop them in the blue ocean But you gotta get away

She got eyes that cut you like a knife and lips that taste like sweet red wine And pretty legs go to heaven every time She got a gentle way that puts

: So we live out in our old van Travel all across this land Me and you We'll end up hand in hand Somewhere down on the sand Me and you Just as free

: She make a train take a dirt road Make it stop on a dime Make you wonder which way to go to make a man change his mind. She's a lawyer's queen and

: I ride east every other Friday and if I had it my way the day would not be wasted on this drive. and I want so bad to hold you son, there?s things