Burnt tire marks, on town streets

Red Trans-Am, bad boy streak

Head held high, little too proud

Turned eighteen, got the hell out

I was ready to show 'em all a thing or two

Thank God for you

Jack on the rocks, Skynyrd bar band

College drop out, no kinda plan

Holes in my boots, one pair of jeans

American girls, Mexican

Straight up bound for nowhere, that's the truth

Thank God for you

I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels

Girls who can dance you away from the devil

Make my world spin 'round, the way you do

I thank God for the days just a front porch swinging

Holding your hand, the whole time thinking

How lucky I am

Thank God for you

(Woah)

(Woah)

Pawn shop guitar, turned up loud

Jar full of tips, beer drinking crowd

Feels right at home, up on the stage

Songs about you, and the hell I've raised

I've still got a wild hair or two

Thank God for you

I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels

Girls who can dance you away from the devil

Make my world spin 'round, the way you do

Well I thank God for the days just a front porch swinging

Holding your hand the whole time thinking

How lucky I am

Thank God for you

(woah)

(woah)

I thank God for the days just a front porch swining

Holding your hand, the whole time thinking

How lucky I am

Thank God for you

Now I hardly know, the man in the mirror

But I kinda like, what you did here