A 40 HP Johnson on a flat bottom metal boat Coke cans and BB guns, barbed wire and old fence posts 8-point bucks in autumn and freshly cut cornfields One arm out the window and one hand on the wheel Some things just go better together and probably always will Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise, Sunday drives and time to kill What's the point of this ol' guitar if it ain't got no strings? Or pourin' your heart into a song that you ain't gonna sing? It's a match made up in heaven, like good ol' boys and beer And me, as long as you're right here Your license in my wallet when we go out downtown Your lipstick's stained every coffee cup that I got in this house The way you say, "I love you, too" is like rain on an old tin roof And your hand fits right into mine like a needle in a groove Some things just go better together and probably always will Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise, Sunday drives and time to kill What's the point of this ol' guitar if it ain't got no strings? Or pourin' your heart into a song that you ain't gonna sing? It's a match made up in heaven, like good ol' boys and beer And me, as long as you're right here Sometimes we're oil and water But I wouldn't have it any other way And if I'm being honest, your first and my last name Would just sound better together and probably always will Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise, Sunday drives and time to kill What's the point of this ol' guitar if it ain't got no strings? Or pourin' your heart into a song that you ain't gonna sing? It's a match made up in heaven, like good ol' boys and beer And me, as long as you're right here And me, as long as you're right here