I Can't Count That High
Got a piece of ground under my feet
Got a roof up over my head
A front porch and a couple cold beers
And a dog that loves me to death
Yeah, my Chevy runs a little bit hot
And the money gets a little bit tight
But when I'm adding up all the good things in my life
I can't count that high
That'd be like trying to catch the time flying by
Or maybe know how many stars are in the sky
All I know is I'm a lucky guy
I ain't saying things are perfect
But I got more than I deserve and don't know why
I try to count my blessings all the time
But I can't count that high
It's a head laying on my chest at night
When the light goes out
It's a pick me up buddy, it's a 70 and sunny
It's a back road in this town
It's a pretty good Sunday best
And I'll be putting on more
'Cause when I think about all the things I'm thankful for
I can't count that high
That'd be like trying to catch the time flying by
Or maybe know how many stars are in the sky
All I know is I'm a lucky guy
I ain't saying things are perfect
But I got more than I deserve and don't know why
I try to count my blessings all the time
But I can't count that high
I can't count that high
That'd be like trying to catch the time flying by
Maybe know how many stars are in the sky
All I know is I'm a lucky guy
I ain't saying things are perfect
But I got more than I deserve and don't know why
I try to count my blessings all the time
But I can't count that high
Got a roof up over my head
A front porch and a couple cold beers
And a dog that loves me to death
Yeah, my Chevy runs a little bit hot
And the money gets a little bit tight
But when I'm adding up all the good things in my life
I can't count that high
That'd be like trying to catch the time flying by
Or maybe know how many stars are in the sky
All I know is I'm a lucky guy
I ain't saying things are perfect
But I got more than I deserve and don't know why
I try to count my blessings all the time
But I can't count that high
It's a head laying on my chest at night
When the light goes out
It's a pick me up buddy, it's a 70 and sunny
It's a back road in this town
It's a pretty good Sunday best
And I'll be putting on more
'Cause when I think about all the things I'm thankful for
I can't count that high
That'd be like trying to catch the time flying by
Or maybe know how many stars are in the sky
All I know is I'm a lucky guy
I ain't saying things are perfect
But I got more than I deserve and don't know why
I try to count my blessings all the time
But I can't count that high
I can't count that high
That'd be like trying to catch the time flying by
Maybe know how many stars are in the sky
All I know is I'm a lucky guy
I ain't saying things are perfect
But I got more than I deserve and don't know why
I try to count my blessings all the time
But I can't count that high
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Singleton, Casey Beathard, Wyatt Colton Mccubbin
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