Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Sweet Tea in a Mason Jar


I don’t see how it matters what TV shows I watch,
Don’t matter what clothes I got.
Can’t see how the car I drive,
can make me look more alive.

I don’t care who likes me on the Internet.
Don’t feel the urgent need to spend all I get.
Johnny Depp surely has it all,
or maybe more, I can't recall.

Chorus
But I don’t keep up with the trends,
don’t worry ‘bout the stars.
I’m just a tall sweet tea in a mason jar kinda guy.

Looking for a girl in a cowboy hat,
who doesn’t give a lick about all that fancy stuff,
and who wants to be
riding the trails
with a guy like me.

I’d rather spend my day on the porch than at the mall.
Fancy restaurants don’t thrill me at all,
Grilling burgers is all right by me,
Don’t have to tip no maître d

‘Cause I don’t keep up with the trends,
Don’t worry about the stars.
I’m just a tall sweet tea in a mason jar kinda guy.

Looking for a girl in a cowboy hat,
who doesn’t give a lick about all that fancy stuff,
and who wants to be
riding the trails
with a guy like me.

Hollywood picture shows,
internet Romeos,
look around, no one knows
if they’re alive, and maybe
they should have everything,
fancy cars, diamond rings,
plug it in, watch the stream
only contrived of
things that go away,
when their connections begin to fade.

But I don’t keep up with the trends,
Don’t worry about the stars.
I’m just a tall sweet tea in a mason jar kinda guy.

Looking for a girl in a cowboy hat,
who doesn’t give a lick about all that fancy stuff,
and who wants to be
riding the trails
with a guy like me.

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