| Song | I'm Doin' Alright |
| Artist | Van Zant |
| Album | Get Right With The Man |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Whoo! | |
| I got a spot in the country. | |
| I got a dog in the yard. | |
| I got a beat-up Chevy: | |
| Rust kinda rough but she starts. | |
| I got my Grandaddy's shotgun: | |
| I can shoot pretty good. | |
| I got a nice little garden of weeds, | |
| Tucked back up in the wood. | |
| An' I'm doin all right, livin' my life: | |
| You got yours an' I got mine. | |
| Yeah, it may not look like much to you, | |
| But it's simple an' it suits me fine. | |
| Yeah, the sound of the rain an' a lonely old train: | |
| Listen to that engine whine. | |
| 'Cause I am what I am an' I sleep good at night, | |
| An' I'm doin' alright. | |
| I got a front porch for pickin', | |
| I got a National guitar. | |
| I got some lightnin' for sippin': | |
| I've had about a jar. | |
| I got a pretty old lady, | |
| She's good at stretchin' a dime. | |
| In this little corner a-heaven mister, | |
| We have a helluva time. | |
| An' I'm doin all right, livin' my life: | |
| You got yours an' I got mine. | |
| Yeah, it may not look like much to you, | |
| But it's simple an' it suits me fine. | |
| Yeah, the sound of the rain an' a lonely old train: | |
| Listen to that engine whine. | |
| Yeah, I am what I am an' I don't give a damn, | |
| An' I'm doin' alright. | |
| Instrumental Break. | |
| All the rats in the city, | |
| Are livin' out of a box. | |
| They look down their nose, at my life, I suppose, | |
| An' I just laugh my country ass off. | |
| Yeah, I'm doin all right, livin' my life: | |
| You got yours an' I got mine. | |
| Yeah, it may not look like much to you, | |
| But it's simple an' it suits me fine. | |
| Yeah, the sound of the rain an' a lonely old train: | |
| Listen to that engine whine. | |
| 'Cause I am what I am an' I sleep good at night, | |
| An' I'm doin' alright. | |
| Yeah, I'm doin' alright. | |
| Doin' alright! |
| Whoo! | |
| I got a spot in the country. | |
| I got a dog in the yard. | |
| I got a beatup Chevy: | |
| Rust kinda rough but she starts. | |
| I got my Grandaddy' s shotgun: | |
| I can shoot pretty good. | |
| I got a nice little garden of weeds, | |
| Tucked back up in the wood. | |
| An' I' m doin all right, livin' my life: | |
| You got yours an' I got mine. | |
| Yeah, it may not look like much to you, | |
| But it' s simple an' it suits me fine. | |
| Yeah, the sound of the rain an' a lonely old train: | |
| Listen to that engine whine. | |
| ' Cause I am what I am an' I sleep good at night, | |
| An' I' m doin' alright. | |
| I got a front porch for pickin', | |
| I got a National guitar. | |
| I got some lightnin' for sippin': | |
| I' ve had about a jar. | |
| I got a pretty old lady, | |
| She' s good at stretchin' a dime. | |
| In this little corner aheaven mister, | |
| We have a helluva time. | |
| An' I' m doin all right, livin' my life: | |
| You got yours an' I got mine. | |
| Yeah, it may not look like much to you, | |
| But it' s simple an' it suits me fine. | |
| Yeah, the sound of the rain an' a lonely old train: | |
| Listen to that engine whine. | |
| Yeah, I am what I am an' I don' t give a damn, | |
| An' I' m doin' alright. | |
| Instrumental Break. | |
| All the rats in the city, | |
| Are livin' out of a box. | |
| They look down their nose, at my life, I suppose, | |
| An' I just laugh my country ass off. | |
| Yeah, I' m doin all right, livin' my life: | |
| You got yours an' I got mine. | |
| Yeah, it may not look like much to you, | |
| But it' s simple an' it suits me fine. | |
| Yeah, the sound of the rain an' a lonely old train: | |
| Listen to that engine whine. | |
| ' Cause I am what I am an' I sleep good at night, | |
| An' I' m doin' alright. | |
| Yeah, I' m doin' alright. | |
| Doin' alright! |
| Whoo! | |
| I got a spot in the country. | |
| I got a dog in the yard. | |
| I got a beatup Chevy: | |
| Rust kinda rough but she starts. | |
| I got my Grandaddy' s shotgun: | |
| I can shoot pretty good. | |
| I got a nice little garden of weeds, | |
| Tucked back up in the wood. | |
| An' I' m doin all right, livin' my life: | |
| You got yours an' I got mine. | |
| Yeah, it may not look like much to you, | |
| But it' s simple an' it suits me fine. | |
| Yeah, the sound of the rain an' a lonely old train: | |
| Listen to that engine whine. | |
| ' Cause I am what I am an' I sleep good at night, | |
| An' I' m doin' alright. | |
| I got a front porch for pickin', | |
| I got a National guitar. | |
| I got some lightnin' for sippin': | |
| I' ve had about a jar. | |
| I got a pretty old lady, | |
| She' s good at stretchin' a dime. | |
| In this little corner aheaven mister, | |
| We have a helluva time. | |
| An' I' m doin all right, livin' my life: | |
| You got yours an' I got mine. | |
| Yeah, it may not look like much to you, | |
| But it' s simple an' it suits me fine. | |
| Yeah, the sound of the rain an' a lonely old train: | |
| Listen to that engine whine. | |
| Yeah, I am what I am an' I don' t give a damn, | |
| An' I' m doin' alright. | |
| Instrumental Break. | |
| All the rats in the city, | |
| Are livin' out of a box. | |
| They look down their nose, at my life, I suppose, | |
| An' I just laugh my country ass off. | |
| Yeah, I' m doin all right, livin' my life: | |
| You got yours an' I got mine. | |
| Yeah, it may not look like much to you, | |
| But it' s simple an' it suits me fine. | |
| Yeah, the sound of the rain an' a lonely old train: | |
| Listen to that engine whine. | |
| ' Cause I am what I am an' I sleep good at night, | |
| An' I' m doin' alright. | |
| Yeah, I' m doin' alright. | |
| Doin' alright! |