Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

I'll kiss all the women Get punched in the head I'll drink 'til it's empty Stay out 'til it's late You could offer the world, baby I'll wake up at midday and marry my bed But I'll take this instead Everybody's got somebody Yeah, yeah, yeah

It's full of all them little bones Nothing's dead down here Baby, eat this chicken slow Happy hour, happy hour is here It's just a little tired Little bones It gets so sticky down here Better butter your cue-finger up It's the start of another new year

Nothin' feels better than this Nothin' feels better Nothin' feels better, no, no This is what you like, I admit Take it back, bring it side to side (Nothing, baby) (Nothing feels better) (I'm not really drunk, I never get that fucked up)

You're my soul and my heart's inspiration You're all I've got to get me by Baby, you're my soul and my heart's inspiration Girl, I can't let you do this Let you walk away Girl, how can I live through this When you're all I wake up for each day? Without

I just wanna get right down at the fire light Let my baby sing "Hold me tight "You honky tonk nighttime man" Drink away this crazy world Hold tight to a longneck-holdin' girl Won't you give it all boys, the fed-up give a damn Pour some whiskey on this

We can just stay here in this minute Lose all track of time Let the world spin on without us for a while I'm tellin' you, we're just one kiss away from heaven So baby, hold on tight 'Cause I want to get wrapped up in your love So baby, let's just stay

Of looking a you with that sleepy little smile on your face Girl you got a way With a touch you can get to me This mornin' is like a dream Baby the only thing better than all night long with you is That we woke up like this This view can't get enough

This is how we roll We stay in the street And get it all wee 'cause We gotta get out The party don't end Every weekend Turn up, baby, burn up Again and again We rollin', we rollin', we rollin'

Oh baby, you can find me. In the back of a jacked up tailgate. Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things. And I'll find peace. At the bottom of a real tall cold drink. Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank. Let's get this thing started. It's