Revvin' My Cj7

It's been a long year

As far as I can see

I could use a vacation

But I've gotta take care of my family

Wrappin' up another hard work day

I've gotta get back home

So, I shift into third gear

And cruise off to my favorite songs

And still, I don't know why

I'm always puttin' up a fight

When I'm so damn tired

From working overtime

And if I can't get into Heaven

I best be revvin' my Cj7

Now, ain't that the life?

Ain't that the life? (Ain't that the life)

Ain't that the life?

Steppin' into the mornin'

My sunglasses on

My head's a little weak from drinkin'

All of these nights are so long

If I can't sty out of trouble

May be the death of me

But I was branded as a harmony rebel

With a tattoo at fifteen

And still, I don't know why

I'm always puttin' up a fight

When I'm so damn tired

From working overtime

Well, if I can't get into Heaven

I best be revvin' my Cj7

Now, ain't that the life?

That keeps rollin' me by

With two kids and a wife

My miss American pie

If I can't get into Heaven

I best be revvin' my Cj7

Now, ain't that the life?

Ain't that the life? (Ain't that the life)

Ain't that the life?