Well my buddy once told me boy you got a good tune
But it ain't something I can tap my boots to
You're playing the guitar just too damn slow
Like songs about heartache is all you know
I told him oh man I can't figure it out
Won't you tell me the kind of song you wanna hear about
He looked at me strange and he said something weird
And this is what he whispered in my ear, oh woah
Give me a song about beer cans and whiskey bottles
Backroads and pasture parties
Loose women, tight jeans, and Texas country music scene
Bull fighting, bronc riding
Raising hell, done been to jail
Them smoky bars I came to see
I need a song to play to get me through this day
If you wanna know the truth, all I really want
Is a song I can drink too
I got on stage, ain't even played my first show
I grabbed my guitar, reset the capo
Asked my band what they wanted to play
And I could tell by the fear and the look on the face
I told the crowd here's a song that you ain't heard
And by the end of the night you'll know every single word
By the end of the night you'll know every single word
Give me a song about beer cans and whiskey bottles
Backroads and pasture parties
Loose women, tight jeans, and Texas country music scene
Bull fighting, bronc riding
Raising hell, done been to jail
Them smoky bars I came to see
I need a song to play to get me through this day
If you wanna know the truth, all I really want
Is a song I can drink too
Give me a song about beer cans and whiskey bottles
Yeah them backroads and pasture parties
Them loose naughty women, in them tight fitting jeans
You know you can't forget about that texas music scene
Give me a song about beer cans and whiskey bottles
Backroads and pasture parties
Loose women, tight jeans, and Texas country music scene
Bull fighting, bronc riding
Raising hell, done been to jail
Them smoky bars I came to see
I need a song to play to get me through this day
If you wanna know the truth, all I really want
Is a song I can drink too