Good Life Lyrics

I was born in an American dream

Out of rich man's dirt and poor man's pain

You could get the good life if you believed enough

In your pink hotel or your pickup truck

My daddy worked hard for everything he got

Pushing Christmas trees in a parking lot

I did better trafficking in contraband

I made a little money but I watched it all slip through my hands

Now I'm living the good life

Sold all my records and my color TV

The rest of my stuff I gave away for free

The only thing I kept was my broke-down Ford

Plays "Johnny B. Good" on the radio

Now I'm living the good life

Sometimes I wake up glad to be alive

Other days I feel like I wanna die

Blue paint on the pavement underneath my feet

Won't somebody tell me just what it means

It means I'm living the good life

One of these days I'm gonna build me a boat

Ride the Mississippi River down to Mexico

You can tell my neighbors, tell my landlord

Tell any damn body that cares to know

I'm living the good life