Settle For A Beer

I'd love a log cabin in the Montana woods
A red El Camino with horns on the hood
A '58 Gibson with brand new strings
And that pretty little blonde-haired girl to walk right up to me

And I'd settle for beer
One more round going down with my all friends right here
If my wishes don't come true and my dreams disappear
Well, that's alright 'cause truth is I'd settle for a beer

I wouldn't mind a piece of land with a hundred head of cattle
A fifteen-hand thoroughbred with a custom rough-out saddle
A Bass Tracker in red and black with a King Ranch to tow
A couple pump jacks in my yard, getting rich off that black gold

I'd settle for beer
One more round going down with my all friends right here
If my wishes don't come true and my dreams disappear
Well, that's alright 'cause truth is I'd settle for a beer
Yes, I will

Hand me one of them Banquets there, Triston
Hell, why don't you give me your ex-girlfriend's number?

I ain't all that picky 'bout the temperature or brand
The only kind I really need is the kind that's in my hand
(Triston, watch this)

But I'd settle for beer
One more round going down with my all friends right here
And if my wishes don't come true and my dreams disappear
Well, that's alright 'cause the truth is I'd still be on this stool tonight
I'd settle for beer
One more round going down with my all friends right here
And if my wishes don't come true and my dreams disappear
Well, that's alright 'cause truth is I'd settle for a beer
That's alright 'cause Banquets make me feel like a millionaire

Let's go grab another six-pack, buddy
Aw, let's make it a thirty