That'd Be Alright - Alan Jackson

If money grew on hackberry trees,

If time wasn’t such a luxury;

If love was lovesick over me:

That’d be alright.

If I could keep the wind in my sails,

Keep a hold of the tiger by the tail;

A half a ham sandwich in my lunch pail:

That’d be alright.

Yeah, that’d be alright.

That’d be alright.

If everybody, everywhere,

Had a lighter load to bear,

And a little bigger piece of the pie.

We’d be livin’us a pretty good life,

And that’d be alright.

Hey, go heavy on the good and light on the bad,

A hair more happy and a shade less sad.

Turn all that negative down just a tad:

That’d be alright.

If my dear ol’dog never got old,

If my family farm never got sold.

If another bad joke never got told:

That’d be alright.

Yeah, that’d be alright.

Yeah, that’d be alright.

If everybody, everywhere,

Had a lighter load to bear,

And a little bigger piece of the pie.

We’d be livin’us a pretty good life,

And that’d be alright.

Yeah, that’d be alright.

That’d be alright.

If everybody, everywhere,

Had a lighter load to bear,

And a little bigger piece of the pie.

We’d be livin’us a pretty good life,

That’d be alright.

Yeah, that’d be alright.

That’d be alright.

If everybody, everywhere,

Had a lighter load to bear,

And a little bigger piece of the pie.

We’d be livin’us a pretty good life,

And that’d be alright.

Yeah, that’d be alright.

That’d be alright.

Yeah, that’d be alright.

That’d be alright.

That’d be alright.