What's the point of forty acres
If you got it all to yourself
What's singing along to a Strait song
If you ain't singing with no one else
I ain't ever seen a pick up without a shotgun seat
And I never looked at it that way
'Til the day you looked at me
I know how to build a house on a hill, but what would that be worth?
If I come back home and swing alone on my little piece of earth
Yeah, the more it turned, the more I learned
No matter what I do
There ain't no I in country, but there's a Y-O-U
Yeah, I light up when you catch one
Hell, it's the background on my phone
And now I can't stand sittin' in a stand
If I'm sitting in it all alone
I could break some ground, build half the town
Like a blue collar dream come true
Yeah, I can make a name, but what's a name
Without a country girl to give it to? Yeah
I know how to build a house on a hill, but what would that be worth?
If I come back home and swing alone on my little piece of earth
Yeah, the more it turned, the more I learned
No matter what I do
There ain't no I in country, but there's a Y-O-U, yeah
A Y-O-U
When it comes to Sunday morning
I've always thanked the Lord
But ever since you
I've got a reason to
Thank him even more
I know how to build a house on a hill, but what would that be worth?
If I come back home and swing alone on my little piece of earth
Yeah, the more it turned, the more I learned
No matter what I do
There ain't no I in country, but there's a Y-O-U
There ain't no I in country, but there's a Y-O-U
You, yeah, yeah
compositores: Michael Hardy - Smith Ahnquist - Nick Donley - Jake Mitchell - Hunter Phelps
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