Lyrics

Got married with a shotgun in my hands If you were to say I'm honest, you'd be contrarian But I've been working on myself all fall Six beers a week ain't bad, a little boring is all, huh [Chorus] 'Cause you're so cool in my living room And when you talk trash with your hair slicked back When I get to Hell or Heaven, can I bring my girl? 'Cause she likes romance, good sex, music and ruling the world [Verse 2] I'm gonna start a riot from the edge of my bed 'Cause I still see you in that pool hall in New York in my head I used to know some folks who put it all online But you paint landscapes in the evening time [Chorus] 'Cause you're so cool in my living room And when you talk trash with your hair slicked back When I get to Hell or Heaven, can I bring my girl? 'Cause she likes romance, good sex, music and ruling the world [Verse 3] 'Cause I'm a seventh-generation country boy My father used Redman tobacco bags as baby toys I'm gonna start a riot from the edge of my bed 'Cause I still want you in that pool hall in New York in my head [Chorus] 'Cause you're so cool in my living room And when you talk trash with your hair slicked back When I get to Hell or Heaven, can I bring my girl? 'Cause she likes romance, good sex, music and ruling my world