Cold Beer Kinda Night

(album: Brothers - 2019)

(Hey hey, hey hey...)

I been working like a dog all day
Sweating bullets, just stacking that hay
I got a 12-pack sitting on ice
It's a cold beer kinda night
That old sun's finally sinking down
Them fireflies are all dancing around
I hear the crickets singing back in the pines
It's a cold beer kinda night

Whatcha say we go crank up the radio?
Old Alabama singing feels so right
Pop a top or two; baby, rock with you
'Til the moon runs out of light
It's every kiss and reminiscing
All of the conditions are right
For a cold beer kinda night

We ain't gotta shoot no whiskey down
We ain't gotta go and paint the town
Just catch a buzz and get lost in your eyes
It's a cold beer kinda night

Whatcha say we go crank up the radio?
Old Alabama singing feels so right
Pop a top or two; baby, rock with you
'Til the moon runs out of light
It's every kiss and reminiscing
All of the conditions are right
For a cold beer kinda night

Well, can't you feel it, baby, in the air?
We need a little middle of nowhere
It's looking like the stars have all aligned
For a cold beer kinda night (Hey, hey)

Whatcha say we go crank up the radio?
Old Alabama singing feels so right
Pop a top or two; baby, rock with you
'Til the moon runs out of light
It's every kiss and reminiscing
All of the conditions are right
For a cold beer kinda night
Oh baby, don't it feel just like
For a cold beer kinda night (Cold beer kinda night)
Yeah, baby, don't it feel so right?
A cold beer kinda night

(Hey hey, hey hey...)