Well the boys ’round here don’t listen to the beatles Run ole bocephus through a jukebox needle At a honky-tonk, where their boots stomp All night; what? (that’s right) Yea, and what they call work, digging in the dirt Gotta get it in the ground ‘fore the rain come down To get paid, to get..
There’s a killer, there’s a killer There’s a killer coming down It sounds just like a whisper From the corner of her pretty miles You can’t run like this forever Your engine will break down Besides that snowy river That leaves into the ground You’re building glass houses on the sand Then you stand around..
I Wasn’t Born For Diggin Deep Holes I’m Not Made For Pavin Long Roads I Aint Cut Out To Climb High Line Poles But I’m Pretty Good At Drinkin Beer I’m Not The Type To Work In A Bank I’m No Good At Slappin On Things Don’t Have A Knack For Makin Motors Crank, No..
Well i’m an eight-ball shootin’ Double-fisted drinking, son of a gun I wear my jeans a little tight Just to watch the little boys come undone I’m here for the beer and the ball-busting band Gonna get a little crazy, just because i can [chorus] You know i’m here for the party And i ain’t..
At the life of the party baby since you said goodbye Just ask old joe he knows i’m here every night And that good ol’ boy in the mirror lookin’ round for you It ain’t me and thats the honky tonk truth (chours) Thats the honky tonk truth cross my broken heart I’ll put right..
That lipstick on your collar, well, it ain’t my shade of pink And i can tell by the smell of that perfume It’s like forty dollars too cheap And there’s a little wine stain on the pocket of your white cotton thread Well, you drink beer and whiskey, boy, and you know i don’t drink..
I filled up two shopping carts late last night The one was full of fishing gear, the other miller lite The checkout-lady laughed and said ‘you think you got enough’ And i said ‘yeah, you’re probably right’, and filled another two carts up Gonna catch all the fish Gonna drink all the beer Gonna anchor..