Little Things - Lee Brice

Yeah, you might say he ain’t got much to his name

Sitting on the porch and waiting on the rain

His corn won’t grow 'less the good Lord sheds his tears

He smiles and says, «There's always next year»

Yeah money, it don’t come easy

But sonny, that ain’t what’s gonna please me

(It's the little things)

Got a pretty girl on my left, old dog on my right

Cold beer in my hand on a Saturday night

You add it all up, it’s bigger than you think

You don’t need much, it’s just the little things

It’s the little things

He knows that old truck’ll crank, yeah, it always turns over

Ain’t got no need for a black Range Rover

The gun rack holds and the tape deck sings

What more could you need than just them little things

Got a pretty girl on my left, old dog on my right

Cold beer in my hand on a Saturday night

You add it all up, it’s bigger than you think

You don’t need much, it’s just the little things, yeah

Just them little things

Oh, like a guitar player with a slide

Yeah

Got a pretty girl on my left, old dog on my right

Cold beer in my hand on a Saturday night

You add it all up, it’s bigger than you think

You don’t need much, it’s just the-

Hey

Got a pretty girl on my left, old dog on my right

Cold beer in my hand on a Saturday night

You add it all up, it’s bigger than you think

You don’t need much, it’s just the little things

(Hm, what!?)

Yeah!

Yeah, I like it like that