Burnt tire marks home 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 weed

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

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

Woah

Woah

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

Now I hardly know the man in the mirror

But I kinda like what you did here