Revvin' My Cj7

It’s been a long year
As far as I can see.
I could use a vacation,
But I gotta take care of my family.
Wrapping up another hard work-day.
I gotta get back home,
So I shift into bad gear,
And I cruise around to my favorite song.
And still I don’t know why
I’m always putting up a fight
When I’m so damn tired
From working all the time.
If I can’t get into heaven,
I best be revvin' my CJ7.
Now ain’t that the life.
Ain’t that the life.
Ain’t that the life.
Stepping into the morning,
Sunglasses on,
Head’s a little weak from drinking all of these (?).
If I can stay out of trouble,
May be the death of me,
But I was branded as a whole 'nother rebel
With a tattoo at fifteen.
And still I don’t know why
I’m always putting up a fight
When I’m so damn tired
From working all the time.
If I can’t get into heaven,
I best be revvin' my CJ7.
Now ain’t that the life
That keeps rolling me by.
With two kids in the (?),
My Miss American Pie.
If I can’t get into heaven,
I best be revvin' my CJ7.
Now ain’t that the life.
Ain’t that the life.
Ain’t that the life.