Some people think that paradise is somewhere sunny and seventy-five, yeah
I'll admit that it sounds pretty sweet, man, but I've got 'em beat, man
Who needs a beach when

My baby got a Bass Pro hat turned back in the cab of my tractor, yeah
She's up in my lap singin' songs with the words wrong, but it don't matter, no-no
Ain't got a lot, but we got it made
Steady fallin' like a springtime rain
Sweet tea slow, goin' nowhere fast
Might sound crazy, but we like it like that, yeah-yeah
It might sound crazy but we like it like that

Ol' boots and worn-out jeans
Mom and them livin' down the street
Yeah I'm luckier than lucky number seven
Ridin' 'round and holdin' on to heaven when

My baby got a Bass Pro hat turned back in the cab of my tractor, yeah
She's up in my lap singin' songs with the words wrong, but it don't matter, no-no
Ain't got a lot, but we got it made
Steady fallin' like a springtime rain
Sweet tea slow, goin' nowhere fast
Might sound crazy, but we like it like that, yeah-yeah
It might sound crazy but we like it like that

Ooh, like blackberry jam on a homemade biscuit
Ooh, yeah, that's what I call small town livin' when

My baby got a Bass Pro hat turned back in the cab of my tractor, yeah
She's up in my lap singin' songs with the words wrong, but it don't matter, no-no
Ain't got a lot, but we got it made
Steady fallin' like a springtime rain
Sweet tea slow, goin' nowhere fast
Might sound crazy but we like it like that, yeah yeah
It might sound crazy, but we like it like that
It might sound crazy, but we like it like that, yeah

(Ooh, hey, yeah)
It might sound crazy, but we like it like that, yeah-yeah