Burnt tire marks, hometown streets, red Trans Am, bad boy streak Head held high, a little too proud, turned 18, got the hell out I was ready to show them all a thing or two, thank God for you Jack on the ride, skinnered bar band, college dropout, no kind of plan Holes in my boots, one pair of jeans, American girls, Mexican weed Straight up bound from nowhere, that's the truth, thank God for you I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels Girls who can dance you away from the devil Make my world spin round the way you do And I thank God for the days just a front porch swingin' Holdin' your hand, whole time thinkin' how lucky I am Thank God for you Whoa, whoa On chop guitar, turned up loud, jar full of tips Beer drinkin' crowd, feels right at home up on the stage Songs about you and the hell I've raised I still got a wild hair or two, but thank God for you I thank God there's angels for young wild rebels Girls who can dance you away from the devil Make my world spin round the way you do And I thank God for the days just a front porch swingin' Holdin' your hand, whole time thinkin' how lucky I am Thank God for you Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Yeah, I thank God for the days just a front porch swingin' Holdin' your hand, whole time thinkin' how lucky I am Thank God for you Yeah Now I hardly know the man in the mirror But I kinda like what you did here