What's Wrong With That - Lonestar

When we punch out at four o’clock

Some of the boys down at the shop

Like to stop at Mojo’s and have a beer or two

They laugh and make jokes at my expense

'Cause I go home instead of joinin’in

But I got other things I like to do

I’m not saying I’m better than them

But where they’re going I’ve already been

I got a good woman at home waitin’for me Three little angels cute as can be Couple of dogs and one little calico cat

When the thunder rolls like thunder can

Got a king-size bed we can all fit in And a key to happiness is under my doormat

What’s wrong with that

I used to dream of being rich

While shoveling mud in a rain-soaked ditch

My boots had busted laces and worn out soles

I used to hang out with the party crowd

I drank more beer than the law allowed

But that feels like a whole other life ago

Sometimes we still live hand to mouth

But I got more blessings than I can count

It took some time and a lot of pain

To finally figure out

I can live without anything

Accept what’s in that house