Coffee on porches and shady trees
Friday nights when you’re seventeen
A cold beer with old friends, a day off of work
The best things in life are a whole lot like her
Cause lovin' her is like
A sunday on a backroad back home
Lovin' her is like
The summer rain on a tin roof
Man I’ll tell you
Anything that feels right
That’s what lovin' her is like
A new pair of boots, an old pair of jeans
A clear river flowing, cool mountain breeze
A full tank of gas, a wide open road
I could go on forever wherever we go
Cause lovin' her is like
A Sunday on a backroad back home
Lovin' her is likе
The summer rain on a tin roof
Man I’ll tell you
Anything that feels right
That’s what lovin’ hеr is like
I thank the good lord every night
That I know what lovin’ her is like
Cause lovin' her is like
A Sunday on a backroad back home
Lovin' her is like
The summer rain on a tin roof
Man I’ll tell you
Anything that feels right
That’s what lovin’ her is like