Lyrics
It's been a long year
As far as I can see
I could use a vacation
But I gotta take care of my family
Wrapping up another hard work day
I've gotta get back home
So I shift into third gear and I cruise out
To my favorite song
And still I don't know why
I'm always putting up a fight
When I'm so damn tired
From working overtime
If I can't get it into heaven
I best be revvin' my CJ7
Now ain't that the life?
Ain't that the life? (Ain't that the life?)
Ain't that the life?
Stepping into the morning
Sunglasses on
Head's a little weak from drinking all of these nights alone
If I can stay out of trouble
Maybe the death of me
But I was branded as a harmony rebel
With a tattoo at 15
And still I don't know why
I'm always putting up a fight
When I'm so damn tired
From working overtime
If I can't get it into heaven
I best be revvin' my CJ7
Now ain't that the life
That keeps rolling me by?
Two kids and a wife
My Mrs. American Pie
If I can't get it into heaven
I best be revvin' my CJ7
Now ain't that the life?
Ain't that the life? (Ain't that the life?)
Ain't that the life?
