Jack makes good whiskey, red dirt makes good riding roads, country makes good music,
we're kicking up dust in a taillight glow, dry wood makes good fires, good years make good swings,
all that's all good but for me. Garden makes five foot nine brown eyes and a sundress,
loves Tim McGraw and a small town accent,
ain't no way that me and this truck man will fall in love, Jack makes good whiskey,
God makes the good stuff, oh, God makes the good stuff,
like that sweet little kiss she lays on me, when I pull up in a gravel drive,
the way she dances with the raindrops, like she's the reason why they fall from the sky,
and I thank him every time I close my eyes, Garden makes five foot nine brown eyes and a
sundress, loves Tim McGraw and a small town accent,
ain't no way that me and this truck man will fall in love, Jack makes good whiskey,
God makes the good stuff, oh, God makes the good stuff,
I had to quit alcohol, I had to quit business, now I have no money anymore,








but wait, before we crash it, I will place you down the runway,
Lord because of the good I'll make, will make sure he gets the food,
God will make it on me, tendency.
He made five-foot-nine brown eyes and a sundress
Plus Tim McGraw and a small-town accent
Ain't no way that me and this old truck made her fall in love
Jack makes good whiskey, God makes the good stuff
God makes the good stuff
Yeah, God makes the good stuff