All my good buddies know I'm always good for
a real good time.
Good thing I've gotten real damn good at walking that line.
But if I'm
Johnny, she's June.
Yeah,
she messes me with the bluest eyes that I've ever seen.
I'm a
little hell bent.
She's an angel heaven sent.
Too good for a guy like me.
She's good as
a book of red letters,
leather bound,
hand me down on a dresser.
She's good as it goes.
Coast weather late July 85. Nothing better like mama's apple pie,
cold beer,
Friday nights
like a bae taking record breaking fast on the line.
She's good
as it gets in a country song.
Too bad she's good as gone.
Yeah, she's good as gone.
Yeah,
I reckon it's a blessing when she left,
she didn't take her time.
Yeah,
she knows me so good,
knows I'm no good at saying goodbye.
She's good as a book of red letters,
leather bound,
hand me down on a dresser.
She's good
as it goes.
Coast weather late July 85. Nothing better like mama's apple pie,
cold beer,
Friday
nights like a bae taking record breaking fast on the line.
She's good as it gets in a country
song.
How bad?
She's probably better off moving on and
getting gone while I'm getting what I deserve.
So away from my thing.
Too much of a good thing ain't a good thing.
Ain't that hurt?
She's good as a book of red letters,
leather bound,
hand me down on a dresser.
She's good
as it goes.
Coast weather late July 85. Nothing better like mama's apple pie,
cold beer,
Friday nights like a bae taking record breaking fast on the line.
She's good as it gets in a country song.
Too bad she's good as gone.
Too bad she's good as gone.
Yeah, she's good as gone.