Lee Brice - Rollin' Sevens Lyrics

Old man selling T-shirts, paintin’ oyster shells
I said, “How much do I owe you, man. Ain’t you hot as hell?”
He said, “Heck, no. It don’t get no better than this, no better than this.”

I got a feeling where I’m headed
Be hard to beat this life I’m living in
Right here, right now, God’s honest truth is
When it comes down to it
I’d do it just like this over again
See I’m rollin’ sevens
And I’ll be damned, son, if this ain’t heaven
Ooh, if this ain’t heaven
Ooh

See: I got me an angel, gave me her hand to hold
Yeah, we’ve been riding ever since down gravel streets of gold
She and Jesus loves me but, brother, this I know
I bet it’s cool above them clouds and, man, I can’t wait to go

Oh, but I got a feeling where I’m headed
Be hard to beat this life I’m living in
Right here, right now, God’s honest truth is
When it comes down to it, I’d do it just like this over again
I’m rollin’ sevens and I’ll be damned, son, if this ain’t heaven (Whoa)
Oh, if this ain’t heaven (Whoa)
Ooh (Whoa)
Whoa

Oh, hell no, it don’t get no better than this

I got a feeling where I’m headed
Be hard to beat this life I’m living in
Right here, right now, God’s honest truth is
When it comes down to it, I’d do it just like this over again
I’m rollin’ sevens and I’ll be damned, son
I’m rollin’ sevens and I’ll be damned, son
If this ain’t heaven (Whoa)
Oh, if this ain’t heaven (Whoa)
Oh man, I’m rollin’ sevens (Whoa)
If this ain’t heaven, yeah (Whoa)