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“Finer Things”
Writers: Brad McKinney, Les Bowe, and Hayden Cain

Verse 1
You ain’t gonna find me drinking bubbly
At some pinky up, crystal cup party
Don’t fly/need first class, I love a cheap draft
And a Prius just ain’t the car for me

I don’t eat caviar on a big-ass yacht
Give me a 2-stroke boat and a brown bag
Never had an eye for the fancy life
But girl, you’re changin’ all that, ‘cause

Chorus
Those emerald eyes and champagne smile
Got this blue collar boy livin in style
Now I’m thinkin’ bout limos and diamond rings
Yeah girl when it comes to you
I like the finer things

Verse 2
Girl you make the living room feel like a ballroom
When you’re slayin’ it, swayin’ to some vinyl
Turn any dive bar into a five star
Wherever we are, I get lost inside

Chorus
Those emerald eyes and champagne smile
Got this blue collar boy livin in style
Now I’m thinkin’ bout limos and diamond rings
Yeah girl when it comes to you
I like the finer things

Bridge
I’m a simple man, some things never change
But I’m learning to love the high life a little more every day

Chorus
Those emerald eyes and champagne smile
Got this blue collar boy livin in style
Now I’m thinkin’ bout limos and diamond rings
Yeah girl when it comes to you
I like the finer things
The finer things