5 Foot 9

(Whoa-oh)

Jack makes good whiskey, yeah Red dirt makes good riding roads Country makes good music For kickin' up dust in a taillight glow Dry wood makes good fires Good years make good swings And all that's all good but for me

God makes 5 foot 9, brown eyes in a sundress Loves Tim McGraw and a small-town accent Ain't no way that me and this truck made her fall in love Jack makes good whiskey But God makes the good stuff Whoa-oh, oh-oh, God makes the good stuff

Like that sweet little kiss she lays on me When I pull up in the gravel drive The way she dances with the raindrops Like she's the reason why they fall from the sky And I thank Him every time I close my eyes

God makes 5 foot 9, brown eyes in a sundress Loves Tim McGraw and a small-town accent Ain't no way that me and this truck made her fall in love Jack makes good whiskey But God makes the good stuff

God made her so I'ma make sure He didn't waste an angel on me When He made

5 foot 9, brown eyes in a sundress Loves Tim McGraw and a small-town accent Ain't no way that me and this truck made her fall in love Jack makes good whiskey But God makes the good stuff

5 foot 9, brown eyes in a sundress Loves Tim McGraw and a small-town accent Ain't no way that me and this truck made her fall in love Jack makes good whiskey But God makes the good stuff (Whoa-oh)

Yeah, God makes the good stuff Yeah, God makes the good stuff (whoa-oh) Whoa, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh