Flyin' High

(One, two, three)

You know I spent a little time out in Malibu

I spent quite a bit down in Nashville too

Because I like the beach and loves to honky-tonk

But the place that I call home is where I never have to feel alone

It's the place where I was raised, and I was born

And the grass don't get much greener, and life can't get no sweeter

I got a funny cigarette and a two-dollar bottle of wine

And there's no need for new beginnings, more money or window trimmings

And if the good Lord's willing, I'ma keep on chilling, refilling and flying high

(Flying high) in an old lawn chair

(Flying high) with an ice-cold beer

Got nowhere to go, no place I'd rather be

Yeah, the grass don't get much greener

And life can't get no sweeter

And if the good Lord's willing, I'ma keep on chilling, refilling and flying high

You know I've travelled on yachts through the South of France

Think I even got a pair of Versace pants

But all that makes me feel is like a fool

Because a pontoon boat, and a bottle of Beam

A couple good friends, and some cut off jeans

Has made us realize, you can't buy cool

And the grass don't get much greener, and life can't get no sweeter

I got a funny cigarette and a two-dollar bottle of wine

And there's no need for new beginnings, more money or window trimmings

And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin' high

(Flying high) in an old lawn chair

(Flying high) and my family near

Nowhere to go, no place I'd rather be

Yeah, they mock me because I stand out

But I ain't never had to take a handout

And if the good Lord's willin', I'ma keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin' high