Me And My Boys

(albüm: Country Boy's Paradise - 2011)

Meet me on the bar top, hard shots
Nothing less baby 'til we make this party start,
We got nothing else to do.

Put the money in the jukebox, sad song,
Nothing wrong with it if you mix it all in with beer.
Yeah, I've gotta have that domestic brew

Get me on the dance floor, ten or more shots, I'm on,
And I'm gonna party 'til the early morn'.
Turn the cell phone off, put them Lac boys on.
Ain't nobody 'bout to go home.

'Cause me and my boys get drunk, 'til the sun comes up.
And if I ain't doing that, hell, I ain't having fun.
Talk a little, I shoot the Jack
Maybe call up miss Mary Jane.
When the lady gets mad, I just tilt one back.
And me and my boys gon' drink.
Me and my boys gon' drink.
Me and my boys get drunk.

Put my cup in the sky,
On a cold river night
Just made some moonshine,
Taste that sweet apple pie

Got the bonfire blowing in the back of the house.
See there's one way in, and one way out.

'Cause I'm a dirt road rider
With some spiked up cider
Me and my boys 'bout to pull an all-nighter

With the big loud speakers in the back of the truck
Getting loud, getting drunk, 'til sun comes up. Hey!

'Cause me and my boys get drunk, 'til the sun comes up.
And if I ain't doing that, hell, I ain't having fun.
Talk a little, I shoot the Jack
Maybe call up miss Mary Jane.
When the lady gets mad, I just tilt one back.
And me and my boys gon' drink.
Me and my boys gon' drink.
Me and my boys get drunk.

Just call me up, I'm heading to town.
If I'm coming in, I'm coming to stay.
Set 'em up, I knock 'em down.
And knock it out the way.

I've been drinking for years
Straight tequila and beers
And through the laughter and tears
Through the boos and the cheers

And man the man in the mirrors
And thought of calling it quits
But I'm still finishing my beers
He's still raising his fists

I done got too many sunrises under my belt
I act a fool just as soon as we get done with this here.
I go to town like old Chesney, man I ain't back yet.
I'm blowing doja from Texas to Georgia bit,

I like to bust a fat chill,
Take a big swill
Got so drunk I can't remember if I ate them pills

Aw damn, what is this bottle in my hand.
I'm just saying. Just woke up in my truck.
Still not giving a damn.

Me and these Lacs ain't even making up noise.
Cans cracked, tilted back, stack to stacks.
Just as we're telling these stories.
And man I think I'm 'bout to run on my boys.
Riding strong, gripping hard, acting fast, singing songs.
This is me and my boys.

'Cause me and my boys get drunk, 'til the sun comes up.
And if I ain't doing that, hell, I ain't having fun.
Talk a little, I shoot the Jack
Maybe call up miss Mary Jane.
When the lady gets mad, I just tilt one back.
And me and my boys gon' drink.
Me and my boys gon' drink.
Me and my boys get drunk.