I like the feeling of St. Augustine grass underneath my bare feet
I like a Friday night hang, sipping chardonnay on an old dive bar seat
I like tying my hair back , putting on a mask, with the bath water running
I like George Strait cranked up to 10 but there ain't nothin
Like the fire I feel when he leans in to kiss me
When I say nothing at all he still gets me
Spinning around the kitchen buzzin' on whiskey
Yeah I know that I'm in good hands
That put back together every heartbreak
Leave a trail of clothes down the hallway
Running his fingers through my hair
No there ain't nothing like the love of a good, good man
I like dippin' my toes at the end of a dock rolling up my denim
I like welcome home dogs, front porch talks, getting grandpas wisdom
I like the sound of drop of the needle, tall church steeples, and people that are old school
I like a July sky full of fireworks but nothing comes close to
The fire I feel when he leans in to kiss me
When I say nothing at all he still gets me
Spinning around the kitchen buzzin' on whiskey
Yeah I know that I'm in good hands
That put back together every heartbreak
Leave a trail of clothes down the hallway
Running his fingers through my hair
No there ain't nothing like the love of a good, good man
Right now looking in your eyes
There ain't nothing like
The fire I feel when you lean in to kiss me
When I say nothing at all you still get me
Spinning around the kitchen buzzin' on whiskey
Yeah I know that I'm in good hands
That put back together every heartbreak
Leave a trail of clothes down the hallway
Running your fingers through my hair
No there ain't nothing like the love of a good, good man
I got a good, good man
Oh I know I got a good, good man