Jack makes good whiskey, red dirt makes good riding roads, country makes good music, forkicking up dust in a taillight glow. Dry wood makes good fires, good years make good swings,all that's all good but for me. God makes five foot nine brown eyes and a sundress,loves Tim McGraw and a small town accent. Ain't no way that me and this truck made her fall in love,Jack makes good whiskey,but Godmakes the good stuff. God makes the good stuff, like that sweet little kiss she lays on me.When I pull up in the gravel drive, the way she dances with the raindrops,like she's the reason why they fall from the sky.And I thank him,every day,every time I close my eyes. God makes five foot nine brown eyes and a sundress,loves Tim McGraw and a small town accent. Ain't no way that me and this truck made her fall in love,Jack makes good whiskey, but God makes the good stuff.God makes five foot nine brown eyes and a sundress, loves Tim McGraw and a small town accent. Ain't no way that me and this truck made her fall in love,make sure he didn't waste an angel on me.God makes five foot nine brown eyes and a sundress, loves Tim McGraw and a small town accent. Ain't no way that me and this truck made her fall in love,Jack makes good whiskey, but God makes the good stuff. Five foot nine brown eyes and a sundress, loves Tim McGraw and a small town accent. Ain't no way that me and this truck made her fall in love, Jack makes good whiskey, but God makes the good stuff.òBrown eyes and a sundress, loves Tim McGraw and a small town accentAin't no way that me and this truck made her fall in loveJack makes good whiskey, but God makes the good stuffYeah, God makes the good stuffYeah, God makes the good stuffYeah, God makes the good stuff