Lyrics Jack makes good whiskey, yeah Red dirt makes good ridin' roads Country makes good music For kickin' up dust in a tail light glow Dry wood makes good fires Goodyears make good swings All that's all good but for me God makes five foot nine, brown eyes, and 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 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 five foot nine, brown eyes, and 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 will make sure He didn't waste an angel on me When he made five foot nine, brown eyes, and 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 Five foot nine, brown eyes, and 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 (oh) Yeah, God makes the good stuff Yeah, God makes the good stuff (oh) Whoa
