5 Foot 9 Song Lyrics by Tyler Hubbard
Jack makes good whiskey, yeahRed dirt makes good ridin’ roadsCountry makes good musicFor kickin’ up dust in a tail light glow
Dry wood makes good firesGoodyears make good swingsAll that’s all good but for me
God makes five foot nine, brown eyes, and a sundressLoves Tim McGraw and a small town accentAin’t no way that me and this truck made her fall in loveJack makes good whiskey but God makes the good stuffOh, God makes the good stuff
Like that sweet little kiss she lays on meWhen I pull up in the gravel driveThe way she dances with the raindropsLike she’s the reason why they fall from the skyAnd I thank Him every time I close my eyes
God makes five foot nine, brown eyes, and a sundressLoves Tim McGraw and a small town accentAin’t no way that me and this truck made her fall in loveJack makes good whiskey but God makes the good stuff
God made her so I will make sureHe didn’t waste an angel on me
When he made five foot nine, brown eyes, and a sundressLoves Tim McGraw and a small town accentAin’t no way that me and this truck made her fall in loveJack makes good whiskey but God makes the good stuff
Five foot nine, brown eyes, and a sundressLoves Tim McGraw and a small town accentAin’t no way that me and this truck made her fall in loveJack makes good whiskey but God makes the good stuff (oh)
Yeah, God makes the good stuffYeah, God makes the good stuff (oh)Whoa