Well there’s songs, and there’s dogs
And there’s old bottles of wine
Then there’s the kind kinda like that friend
Who picks up every time
So here’s to all those cut-above-ers
Who keep on coming through
Don’t nothing keep rising to the top like the good ones do

Well there’s ball caps and there’s t-shirts
And there’s old flat top guitars
There’s chili cheeseburgers and cold draft beers
And a whole lotta cool dive bars
But some of them more than others
Feel like home you go back to
Don’t nothing fit quite like a glove like the good ones do

And your loving still makes me smile
Your leaving still makes me sad
And the worst we ever were, was still the best i ever had
And those memories roll around my head
Like a rock in my shoe
Don’t nothing make a mark on the heart
Like the good ones do

Well there’s days, and there’s nights
Sunrises and sunsets
There’s a lot a can’t remember
And there’s some i can’t forget
Just a handful i’d relive again
Turns out they’re all with you
Don’t nothing make you miss old times like the good ones do

Girl you still do