Flyin’ High Lyrics - Kid Rock
(feat. Zac Brown)
You know I spent a little time out in Malibu
I spent quite a bit down in Nashville too
Cuz I like the beach and loves to honky tonk
But the place that I call home
Is where I never have to feel alone
It's the place where I was raised and I was born
And the grass don't get much greener
And life can't get no sweeter
I got a funny cigarette and a two-dollar bottle of wine
And there's no need for new beginnings
More money or window trimmings
And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin' high
Flyin' high
In an old lawn chair
Flyin' high
With an ice cold beer
Got nowhere to go, no place I'd rather be
Yeah the grass don't get much greener
And life can't get no sweeter
And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin' high
You know I've traveled on yachts thru the south of France
Think I even got a pair of Versace pants
But all that makes me feel is like a fool
Cuz a pontoon boat, and a bottle of Beam
A couple good friends, and some cut off jeans
Has made us realize, you can't buy cool
And the grass don't get much greener
And life can't get no sweeter
I got a funny cigarette and a two-dollar bottle of wine
And there's no need for new beginnings
More money or window trimmings
And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin' high
Flyin' high
In an old lawn chair
Flyin' high
And my family near
Nowhere to go no place I'd rather be
Yeah they mock me because I stand out
But I ain't never had to take a handout
And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin' high
You know I spent a little time out in Malibu
I spent quite a bit down in Nashville too
Cuz I like the beach and loves to honky tonk
But the place that I call home
Is where I never have to feel alone
It's the place where I was raised and I was born
And the grass don't get much greener
And life can't get no sweeter
I got a funny cigarette and a two-dollar bottle of wine
And there's no need for new beginnings
More money or window trimmings
And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin' high
Flyin' high
In an old lawn chair
Flyin' high
With an ice cold beer
Got nowhere to go, no place I'd rather be
Yeah the grass don't get much greener
And life can't get no sweeter
And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin' high
You know I've traveled on yachts thru the south of France
Think I even got a pair of Versace pants
But all that makes me feel is like a fool
Cuz a pontoon boat, and a bottle of Beam
A couple good friends, and some cut off jeans
Has made us realize, you can't buy cool
And the grass don't get much greener
And life can't get no sweeter
I got a funny cigarette and a two-dollar bottle of wine
And there's no need for new beginnings
More money or window trimmings
And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin' high
Flyin' high
In an old lawn chair
Flyin' high
And my family near
Nowhere to go no place I'd rather be
Yeah they mock me because I stand out
But I ain't never had to take a handout
And if the good Lord's willin', I'm a keep on chillin', refillin' and flyin' high
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