Lyrics

[Verse 1] Burnt-tire marks, hometown streets Red Trans-Am, bad boy streak Head held high, little too proud Turned eighteen, got the hell out I was ready to show 'em all a thing or two Thank God for you [Verse 2] Jack on the rocks, Skynyrd bar band College dropout, no kinda plan Holes in my boots, one pair of jeans American girls, Mexican weed Straight-up bound for nowhere, that's the truth Thank God for you [Chorus] I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels Girls who can dance you away from the devil Make my world spin 'round the way you do And I thank God for the days just-a front porch swingin' Holdin' your hand, whole time thinkin' how lucky I am Thank God for you [Post-Chorus] (Woah, woah) [Verse 3] Pawn shop guitar, turned up loud Jar full of tips, beer-drinkin' crowd Feels right at home, up on the stage Songs about you and the hell I've raised I still got a wild hair or two Thank God for you [Chorus] I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels Girls who can dance you away from the devil Make my world spin 'round the way you do And I thank God for the days just-a front porch swingin' Holdin' your hand, whole time thinkin' how lucky I am Thank God for you [Post-Chorus] (Woah, woah) (Woah, woah) [Chorus] Yeah, I thank God for the days just-a front porch swingin' Holdin' your hand, whole time thinkin' how lucky I am Thank God for you, yeah [Outro] Now I hardly know the man in the mirror But I kinda like what you did here