You don't have ta go I'm gonna pack up darlin' Down the road I go Whoa baby, honey what's wrong which' you? Well now, I give you all my money Then ya go downtown, an' you get back in the evenin' Told me, walked down town

And we're just getting started tonight We ain't even turned up the radio Ain't been two miles down the road The way you look at me baby I don't know If we even gonna make it to the party Yeah we gotta whole lot of moon light left Already having the time

'Nother round, fill 'er up, This is what it's all about, no one can slow us down. Hell can't handle all of us, so get your bottles up. Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out. We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out. (Bottoms up) Hammer down, grab

I want to get married But no woman will hear my plea Aw, my time is gone Babe and I really must say goodbye Yes, it seems somehow I can't get one to walk downthe aisle with me Well, I've only been in love But three times in my life Yes, the first, I

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

Those beers might as well have been poured out Why are you still showing up and bringing me down? Why do I keep letting you get to me And mess up what that's not what's gonna be? You walk right by crashing my high like I know you will You're like a

Aw naw, somebody just bought a Aw naw, it would be so wrong Yeah, I think I'm gonna leave I just had that one drink And we've all gotta be up early Boys, we oughta shut her down Just take it to the house Before anybody starts getting crazy So I started

That's got my name on it It's gonna get wild tonight Gotta get that mixture right DJ and a dance floor Can't stop, we want more There's a good time going down And a getting loud rowdy crowd Last call at three in the morning There's a four by four,

These Mexican minutes get longer and longer We're down to the worm in the bottle The chips and the salsa are gone Now we know why J.T. sang "Oh Mexico" We're two days south of the border Feeling too good to care why As the days goes by Up in the city

Being an all nighter with the hippies and the hicks Money grows in rows And if it don't you've gone broke We crank it up, down here We get loud, down here The jocks and bikers they all came to kick it in the sticks Our side of the barbed wire We hang out