Make It Count Songtext
It's been ten years since I finished high school
My God, where does all the time go
I got friends I ain't seen since 2013
And they live right down the damn road
Yeah and I'm creeping up on 30 come next April
I don't feel old and I reckon I'm really not
But the older I get the more I regret
Wasting all that time worried
Bout the things that I ain't got
My God, where does all the time go
I got friends I ain't seen since 2013
And they live right down the damn road
Yeah and I'm creeping up on 30 come next April
I don't feel old and I reckon I'm really not
But the older I get the more I regret
Wasting all that time worried
Bout the things that I ain't got
And time flies by
And I ain't getting any younger
But I never let that hunger die down
Well I gotta go
I gotta strike while the iron's hot
I might not get but one shot
Better make it count
Lord you better make it count
Well in my town we ain't got no high society
And you don't see too many silver spoons
You gotta make a living off your hustle or your muscle
I made mine off of playing my tunes
And I still gotta a whole lot left to do Lord
Keeps me laying in the bed awake at night
That same old feeling
That highway healing
That hit the stage with all my rowdy friends on Friday night
And time flies by And I ain't getting any younger
But I never let that hunger die down
Well I gotta go
I gotta strike while the iron's hot
I might not get but one shot
Better make it count
Lord you better make it count
And time flies by
And I ain't getting any younger
But I never let that hunger die down
Well I gotta go
I gotta strike while the iron's hot
I might not get but one shot
Better make it count
Lord I better make it count
Lord I better make it count
And I ain't getting any younger
But I never let that hunger die down
Well I gotta go
I gotta strike while the iron's hot
I might not get but one shot
Better make it count
Lord you better make it count
Well in my town we ain't got no high society
And you don't see too many silver spoons
You gotta make a living off your hustle or your muscle
I made mine off of playing my tunes
And I still gotta a whole lot left to do Lord
Keeps me laying in the bed awake at night
That same old feeling
That highway healing
That hit the stage with all my rowdy friends on Friday night
And time flies by And I ain't getting any younger
But I never let that hunger die down
Well I gotta go
I gotta strike while the iron's hot
I might not get but one shot
Better make it count
Lord you better make it count
And time flies by
And I ain't getting any younger
But I never let that hunger die down
Well I gotta go
I gotta strike while the iron's hot
I might not get but one shot
Better make it count
Lord I better make it count
Lord I better make it count
