Her Life's a Song Songtext
von Alan Jackson

She loves the music, tells the tales of her heart
And she listens closely to the beat and the parts
She likes the songs that make her cry
The ones that pick her up and make her high

She likes the hip-hop, she loves to rock it
She′s got country on her iPod in her pocket
She loves a guitar, she likes a fiddle
She even likes the ones where they just talk in rhyme and riddles
And she sings along as she's driving home going all alone
Her life′s a song

And she likes the songs that take her back and make her want
Sometimes she just wants to dance and move on
She taps her feet and sheds a tear
Plays air guitar and raises a beer


She likes the hip-hop, she loves to rock it
She's got country on her iPod in her pocket
She loves a guitar, she likes a fiddle
She even likes the ones where they just talk in rhyme and riddles
And she sings along as she's driving home going all alone
Her life′s a song

At times it seems they know just how she feels
A broken heart or a love song that kills

She likes the hip-hop, she loves to rock it
She′s got country on her iPod in her pocket
She loves a guitar, she likes a fiddle
She even likes the ones where they just talk in rhyme and riddles
And she sings along as she's driving home going all alone
Her life′s a song

She likes the hip-hop, she loves to rock it
She's got country on her iPod in her pocket
She loves a guitar, she likes a fiddle
She even likes the ones where they just talk in rhyme and riddles
And she sings along as she′s driving home going all alone
Her life's a song

Yeah, her life′s a song
Yeah, her life's a song
She sings along
'Cause her life′s a song
Yeah, a song