White Picket Fence Life

Verse

She used to watch him on that Friday night field, (oh-oh)

Number on his back and a stubborn grin,

She wore her mama's jacket to hide the way she felt,

Sittin' on those bleachers, heart wearing thin.

He was all mud and muscle, cleats and bright lights,

She was small-town shy with a secret name, (yeah)

Couldn’t say the words, couldn’t cross that line,

So she learned to love him quiet, kept the flame. (uh-huh, uh-huh)

Chorus

Now we got that white picket fence, yeah, (we got it)

Kids yellin' touchdowns in the yard, (go, go)

A pickup tailgate Saturday, corndog and ribs, (da da da)

Whiskey on the porch, porchlight on the car. (alright)

He used to be a boy in a jersey, now he's mine, (mine, mine)

We got that white picket fence, we got that life. (we got that life)

Oh-oh, uh-huh, come on now — we got that life, (we got that life)

Verse

He still hums that old playbook song when he's mending a fence,

Callused hands and ribbon scars, tells the kids to run, (run)

Little boy with his daddy's grin, practicing his pass,

Mama's bakin' pies, laughin' in the summer sun. (ha, ha)

Sometimes she catches him stargazin', thinks of what could've been,

Then he pulls her close, says "girl, you finally won," (you did)

They built this life on second chances and a lot of back-road prayers,

And every Friday night they cheer like the whole world's on the run. (yeah)