Little Things

Yeah, you might say he ain't got much to his name

Sitting on the porch and waiting on the rain

His corn homegrown, lest the good Lord sheds his tears

He smiles and says, "There's always next year"

Yeah money, it don't come easy

But sonny, that ain't what's gonna please me

(It's the little things)

I got a pretty girl on my left, old dog on my right

Cold beer in my hand on a Saturday night

You add it all up, it's bigger than you think

You don't need much, it's just the little things

Yeah, it's the little things

He knows that old truck'll crank, yeah, it always turns over

Ain't got no need for a black Range Rover

They got around calls and the tape deck saints[?]

What more could you need than just them little things

Got a pretty girl on my left, old dog on my right

Cold beer in my hand on a Saturday night

You add it all up, it's bigger than you think

You don't need much, it's just the little things, yeah

Just them little things

Oh, like a guitar player with a slide!

Yeah

I got a pretty girl on my left, old dog on my right

Cold beer in my hand on a Saturday night

You add it all up, it's bigger than you think

You don't need much, it's just the little things

Hey!

I got a pretty girl on my left, old dog on my right

Cold beer in my hand on a Saturday night

You add it all up, it's bigger than you think

You don't need much, it's just the little things

(Hm, what!?)

Yeah!

Yeah, I like it like that