Cold beer conversations Just a couple old boys, a little time well wasted Trying to figure out life Trying to figure out girls Trying to find our place in this crazy old world A little truth, a little frustration Cold beer conversation Ya ever feel like

All of my lovin' and everything The little girl she done put me down Yeah, ain't that a pity People ain't that a cryin' shame Ain't that a pity I declare it's a cryin' shame She wait till it got nine below zero And put me down for another man I give her

Boy gets a truck, truck gets a girl Filled with the sound of little feet Then you blink and he’s asking for the keys to pick her up Girl gets a midnight feeling he’s the one, one night turns to love Love turns into one knee down, down payment on a three

Good morning little school girl Sometime I don't know what I'm gonna buy me a airplane Now who's that coming, yonder? Can I go home with Can I go home with you? Tell your mother and your father I once was a schoolboy too Woman, what in this world to

What have we said Wasn't it their bed Haven't we paid penance What of presence And the little boy stared Into the eyes of the night Button collects price of his time Little girl glared Sheets of denial

And let this winter pass on by Peoples, I'm gonna have to go Call my baby You know the little girl fail to come If I call my baby You know the little girl would fail to come Hot spring water Oh, yeah boy, wouldn't help her none I mean, wouldn't help her

I'm a little boy, you're a little girl Once upon a time Time's getting on, time's over now No time before it's too soon No time after it's too late Time's getting old, time's over now Don't try to be on time Don't try to run after time

I'm havin? a baby A little girl, a little boy, a little you, a little me And I'm so proud to be that baby's daddy What is this news you've got to tell me? Girl, what has got you so excited? Why would you call me on my job When I'm right in the middle of

And have a big time tonight A bunch of down home boys and some blue jean girls Kicking up the dirt and shooting out the lights Life can be an ol' briar patch Gotta dance your way through it sometimes So we're gonna drink a little beer, play a little

No use old girl You may as well surrender Your hopes are getting slender Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy To cheer up little girl blue Sit there and count your fingers What can you do Old girl you're through Just sit there and count your little