More songs by Russell Dickerson
Description
Producer: Russell Dickerson
Producer, Recording Engineer: Josh Kerr
Production Coordinator: Alyson McAnally
Mixing Engineer: Jeff Braun
Mastering Engineer: Nathan Dantzler
Assistant Engineer: Harrison Tate
Lyrics and translation
Original
Sippin' on top of the world.
I'm 'bout over this puttin' in overtime week.
This Chevy ain't the only thing runnin' on E.
But it's 5:03 on a Friday, and these BFGs are turnin' things my way. I hit the gas, hit the tracks, caught some air.
I'm on a roll, good to go as long as there's a longneck six-pack left at the Texaco.
No big city traffic on them country roads.
More station than static on the radio dial. I can't help but smile, I'm one lucky son of a gun.
Got a hell of a sunset waitin' on me and my girl.
We'll be front porch sittin', good life livin', cold beer sippin' on top of the world.
Cold beer sippin' on top of the world. It ain't a postcard red barn house on a hill.
Just a quarter-acre lot, mailbox full of bills.
But don't think I don't thank Him for what I got.
'Cause every day I hit the map, I jackpot long as there's a longneck six-pack left at the Texaco.
No big city traffic on them country roads.
More station than static on the radio dial.
I can't help but smile, I'm one lucky son of a gun.
Got a hell of a sunset waitin' on me and my girl.
We'll be front porch sittin', good life livin', cold beer sippin' on top of the world.
Yeah, we're cold beer sippin' on top of the world.
Yeah, at the end of the day, man, I can't complain.
'Cause at the end of the day, there's always gonna be a longneck six-pack left at the Texaco.
No big city traffic on them country roads.
More station than static on the radio dial. I can't help but smile, I'm one lucky son of a gun.
Got a hell of a sunset sinkin', just look at us, girl.
We're front porch sittin', good life livin', cold beer sippin' on top of the world.
Yeah, we're cold beer sippin' on top of the world.
Cold beer sippin' on top of the world.
English translation
Sippin' on top of the world.
I'm 'bout over this puttin' in overtime week.
This Chevy ain't the only thing runnin' on E.
But it's 5:03 on a Friday, and these BFGs are turnin' things my way. I hit the gas, hit the tracks, caught some air.
I'm on a roll, good to go as long as there's a longneck six-pack left at the Texaco.
No big city traffic on them country roads.
More station than static on the radio dial. I can't help but smile, I'm one lucky son of a gun.
Got a hell of a sunset waitin' on me and my girl.
We'll be front porch sittin', good life livin', cold beer sippin' on top of the world.
Cold beer sippin' on top of the world. It ain't a postcard red barn house on a hill.
Just a quarter-acre lot, mailbox full of bills.
But don't think I don't thank Him for what I got.
'Cause every day I hit the map, I jackpot long as there's a longneck six-pack left at the Texaco.
No big city traffic on them country roads.
More station than static on the radio dial.
I can't help but smile, I'm one lucky son of a gun.
Got a hell of a sunset waitin' on me and my girl.
We'll be front porch sittin', good life livin', cold beer sippin' on top of the world.
Yeah, we're cold beer sippin' on top of the world.
Yeah, at the end of the day, man, I can't complain.
'Cause at the end of the day, there's always gonna be a longneck six-pack left at the Texaco.
No big city traffic on them country roads.
More station than static on the radio dial. I can't help but smile, I'm one lucky son of a gun.
Got a hell of a sunset sinkin', just look at us, girl.
We're front porch sittin', good life livin', cold beer sippin' on top of the world.
Yeah, we're cold beer sippin' on top of the world.
Cold beer sippin' on top of the world.