Thank God For You - Rodney Atkins

Burned tire marks, hometown street

Red Trans Am, bad boy streak

Head held high, little too proud

Turned 18, got the hell out

I was ready to show 'em all a thing or two

Thank God for you

Jack on the rocks, Skynyrd bar band

College dropout, no kinda plan

Holes in my boots, one pair of jeans

American girls, Mexican weed

Sure 'nough bound for nowhere

That’s the truth

Thank God for you

I thank God there’s angels for young wild rebels

Girls who can dance you away from the devil

And make my world spin 'round the way you do

I thank God for the days on the front porch swinging

Holding your hand, the whole time thinking how lucky I am

Thank God for you

Woah, woah

Pawn shop guitar turned up loud

Jar full of tips, beer drinking crowds

Feel right at home up on the stage

Songs about you, hell that I raised

I still got a wild hair or two, yeah

Thank God for you

I thank God there’s angels for young wild rebels

Girls who can dance you away from the devil

Make my world spin around the way you do

I thank God for the days just a-front porch swinging

Holding your hand, the whole time thinking how lucky I am

Thank God for you

Woah, woah

Woah, woah

I thank God there’s angels for young wild rebels

Girls who can dance you away from the devil

Make my world spin around the way you do

I thank God for the days just a-front porch swinging

Holding your hand, the whole time thinking how lucky I am

Thank God for you (Thank God for you)