Better Than This Songtext
von Brad Paisley

That sleepy little campfire popped and kinda crackled
We were heating up the pork and beans
And Bubba said, "Man it don′t get any better than this"
If you know what I mean

We sat there for a minute, listening to the crickets
Thinking this was pretty hard to beat
'Til Junior stood up, spit in the fire
And said, "Boys, I hate to disagree"

But if a busload of women, really good looking women
Just suddenly pulled in here
And ol′ Joe T. Garcia showed up with fajitas
And a hundred gallon keg of beer
And Haggard dropped by and brought Willie with him
And they started taking requests
Well, don't get me wrong boys, this is pretty good
But it could get better than this


If Bill Dance and Hank Parker floated by in a boat
And volunteered to be our fishing guides
And Richard Petty pulled up in the old 43 car
And asked us if we wanted a ride

We'd all sit around singing "Poncho and Lefty"
Playing poker, smoking big cigars
Now don′t take offense y′all, I'm perfectly content
Just sitting here under the stars

But if a busload of women, really good looking women
Just suddenly pulled in here
And ol′ Emeril Lagasse showed up with kielbasa
And a hundred gallon keg of beer
And Haggard dropped by and brought Willie with him
And they started taking requests
Well, don't get me wrong boys, this is pretty good
But it could get better than this


But if a busload of women, really good looking women
Just suddenly pulled in here
And Little Jimmy Dickens showed up with fried chicken
And a hundred gallon keg of beer
Merle Haggard dropped by and brought Willie with him
And they started taking requests
Well, don′t get me wrong boys, this is pretty good
But it could get better than this

Now don't get me wrong boys
This is pretty good
But it could get better than this