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

Down in Jungleland The Rangers had a homecoming In Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine Over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The Rat pulls into

I wish you were beer I wish you were beer, I wish I was drinking I wish you were here, but since you ain't, I've been thinking I wish I could let go and you just disappear If you gotta be that cold, if you gotta be that cold If you were just one in a

We've got a long long way to go Scared to live, scared to die We ain't perfect but we try Get along while we can Always give love the upper hand Paint a wall, learn to dance Call your mom, buy a boat Drink a beer, sing a song Make a friend, can't we all

I just wanna party We blowin' smoke in the air, drinkin' ice cold beer Got ya girl in my ear sayin' Go white girl, its ya birthday Yelawolf mane and Gucci Yeah (burr) Holleratche mane So I got this twelve pack (burr) Got ya girl in my ear sayin', I just

Raise your horns raise them up to the sky We will drink to glory tonight Raise your horns for brave fallen friends So pour the beer for thirsty men A drink that they have earned And pour a beer for those who fell For those who did not return Victory we

We save water and drink beer Holler and swaller y'all Support your local wildlife Do your part around here Ice cold, genuine, raise 'em up, drip 'em dry Save water and drink beer It ain't rained in four months One cigarette spark will burn the whole town

A little bit later on When the stars come out And the sun’s long gone We’re gonna drink up a lotta beer a little later on You know out in the country don’t make no plans We’re gonna get on outta here a little later on Rockin' out all night and roll back

Drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets Sittin' here Waitin' on a deer Aiming at the empties Missin' hittin' pine trees Ain't my fault them cans keep movin' My baby's on the phone Saying baby come home Where ya been and whatcha been doing

Raise up your cup, come on drink it up Keep the party sparking like the moon stuck We ain't going nowhere Naw we just crazy kids and we ain't got a care. Here's to riding on the high life, A little puff and a hell yeah high five The memories, the laughs,