An' tip our hats An' raise our glasses of cold, cold beer They say country's fadin' There's a little dive on a dead-end road Called the Cross-Eyed Cricket Waterin' Hole Where you can hear the sound of a steel guitar An' get loud an' rowdy with P-B-R But

Yeah, all you need to do tonight is tip it back Grab a long-neck if you're with me Come on now, holler hell yeah 'Cause tonight we're here to party And don't worry about anything except what's in your glass Whether it's a cold beer, tequila, or a double

Me and my band of brothers got you covered On the honky tonk front lines Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty Yeah, that's all right I came up through the trenches where We only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made