| Song | That's Cool |
| Artist | Blue County |
| Album | Blue County |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Benward, Miller, Reeves | |
| Shootin’ Dr. | |
| Pepper cans | |
| With your brand new red ryder. | |
| That old folding lawn chair | |
| Makes the perfect x-wing fighter. | |
| Those no-name baseball cards | |
| Spinning in your spokes. | |
| Now that’s cool. | |
| Turnin’ 17 and | |
| Daddy loosens up the curfew. | |
| Drivin’ home at midnight, | |
| That old Buick smells like perfume. | |
| Makin' your own money, | |
| Having coffee with your folks. | |
| Now that’s cool. | |
| CHORUS: Knowin’ where you’re goin’, | |
| Embracin’ where you’ve been. | |
| Bein' criticized for standin’ strong in a battle you can’t win. | |
| Livin’ in a moment, | |
| You may never see again. | |
| Let your heart, | |
| Break some rules. | |
| Now that’s cool. | |
| Wakin’ up with your new bride, | |
| A room beside the ocean. 10 years later goin’ back, | |
| To relive that emotion. | |
| She tells you what she’s thinkin', | |
| But never says a word. | |
| Now that’s cool. | |
| CHORUS: Knowin’ where you’re goin’, | |
| Embracin’ where you’ve been. | |
| Being criticized for standin’ strong in a battle you can’t win. | |
| Livin’ in a moment you may never see again. | |
| Let your heart, | |
| Break some rules. | |
| Now that’s cooooool... | |
| The pitcher is your six year old, | |
| You’re his full time catcher. | |
| He gets a new | |
| BB gun and “ | |
| You’ll put your eye out” lecture. | |
| Your 3 year old is singin’, | |
| The song that she just learned. | |
| Now that’s cool... | |
| CHORUS: Knowin’ where you’re goin’, | |
| Embracin’ where you’ve been. | |
| Being criticized for standin’ strong in a battle you can’t win. | |
| Livin’ in a moment you may never see again. | |
| So let your heart, | |
| Break some rules. | |
| Now that’s cooooooool... | |
| That's cool. | |
| Yeah, that's coooool... | |
| Oh... yeah. |
| zuo qu : Benward, Miller, Reeves | |
| Shootin' Dr. | |
| Pepper cans | |
| With your brand new red ryder. | |
| That old folding lawn chair | |
| Makes the perfect xwing fighter. | |
| Those noname baseball cards | |
| Spinning in your spokes. | |
| Now that' s cool. | |
| Turnin' 17 and | |
| Daddy loosens up the curfew. | |
| Drivin' home at midnight, | |
| That old Buick smells like perfume. | |
| Makin' your own money, | |
| Having coffee with your folks. | |
| Now that' s cool. | |
| CHORUS: Knowin' where you' re goin', | |
| Embracin' where you' ve been. | |
| Bein' criticized for standin' strong in a battle you can' t win. | |
| Livin' in a moment, | |
| You may never see again. | |
| Let your heart, | |
| Break some rules. | |
| Now that' s cool. | |
| Wakin' up with your new bride, | |
| A room beside the ocean. 10 years later goin' back, | |
| To relive that emotion. | |
| She tells you what she' s thinkin', | |
| But never says a word. | |
| Now that' s cool. | |
| CHORUS: Knowin' where you' re goin', | |
| Embracin' where you' ve been. | |
| Being criticized for standin' strong in a battle you can' t win. | |
| Livin' in a moment you may never see again. | |
| Let your heart, | |
| Break some rules. | |
| Now that' s cooooool... | |
| The pitcher is your six year old, | |
| You' re his full time catcher. | |
| He gets a new | |
| BB gun and " | |
| You' ll put your eye out" lecture. | |
| Your 3 year old is singin', | |
| The song that she just learned. | |
| Now that' s cool... | |
| CHORUS: Knowin' where you' re goin', | |
| Embracin' where you' ve been. | |
| Being criticized for standin' strong in a battle you can' t win. | |
| Livin' in a moment you may never see again. | |
| So let your heart, | |
| Break some rules. | |
| Now that' s cooooooool... | |
| That' s cool. | |
| Yeah, that' s coooool... | |
| Oh... yeah. |
| zuò qǔ : Benward, Miller, Reeves | |
| Shootin' Dr. | |
| Pepper cans | |
| With your brand new red ryder. | |
| That old folding lawn chair | |
| Makes the perfect xwing fighter. | |
| Those noname baseball cards | |
| Spinning in your spokes. | |
| Now that' s cool. | |
| Turnin' 17 and | |
| Daddy loosens up the curfew. | |
| Drivin' home at midnight, | |
| That old Buick smells like perfume. | |
| Makin' your own money, | |
| Having coffee with your folks. | |
| Now that' s cool. | |
| CHORUS: Knowin' where you' re goin', | |
| Embracin' where you' ve been. | |
| Bein' criticized for standin' strong in a battle you can' t win. | |
| Livin' in a moment, | |
| You may never see again. | |
| Let your heart, | |
| Break some rules. | |
| Now that' s cool. | |
| Wakin' up with your new bride, | |
| A room beside the ocean. 10 years later goin' back, | |
| To relive that emotion. | |
| She tells you what she' s thinkin', | |
| But never says a word. | |
| Now that' s cool. | |
| CHORUS: Knowin' where you' re goin', | |
| Embracin' where you' ve been. | |
| Being criticized for standin' strong in a battle you can' t win. | |
| Livin' in a moment you may never see again. | |
| Let your heart, | |
| Break some rules. | |
| Now that' s cooooool... | |
| The pitcher is your six year old, | |
| You' re his full time catcher. | |
| He gets a new | |
| BB gun and " | |
| You' ll put your eye out" lecture. | |
| Your 3 year old is singin', | |
| The song that she just learned. | |
| Now that' s cool... | |
| CHORUS: Knowin' where you' re goin', | |
| Embracin' where you' ve been. | |
| Being criticized for standin' strong in a battle you can' t win. | |
| Livin' in a moment you may never see again. | |
| So let your heart, | |
| Break some rules. | |
| Now that' s cooooooool... | |
| That' s cool. | |
| Yeah, that' s coooool... | |
| Oh... yeah. |