Ain't That Fine

Drivin’ round, you’re pointing out the faded places from your past
Fill up the tank, and I don’t question all the bad times that you’ve had
All the bad times that you’ve had

You’ve got a story, a dotted line
You have your sins, and I’ve got mine
It’s nothing special, ain’t that fine, ain’t that fine?
I’ve got a story, a dotted line
Where it begins, the when and why
It’s nothing special, ain’t that fine, ain’t that fine?

I’ve been around, there were years when I was breaking every rule
But I’m coming down, I can’t believe the things I put my mother through
But it’s alright, I guess we all deserve our turn to be a fool
I took my turn and so did you

I’ve got a story, a dotted line
I have my sins, I’ve done my time
It’s nothing special, ain’t that fine, ain’t that fine?
I’ve got a story, a dotted line
And it’s connecting yours to mine
It’s nothing special, ain’t that fine, ain’t that fine?
Ain’t that fine

When Friday night finally comes I leave my troubles at the door
And all our friends, they pile in, we sit for supper on the floor
Why would I ever ask for more?

Some folks have it better, but oh, we’ve got it good

We’ve got a story, a dotted line
No need to hurry, take our time
It’s nothing special, ain’t that fine, ain’t that fine?
We’ve got a story, a dotted line
Where it begins, the when and why
It’s nothing special, ain’t that fine, ain’t that fine?
We’ve got a story, a dotted line
Got a dollar and a dime
It’s nothing special, ain’t that fine, ain’t that fine?
Ain’t that fine