Album: Hard 2 Love
Well me and the boys,
Feeling alright,
Raising some hell,
Sippin' on wiskey and shine.
Bob Dylan on the jukebox,
Shootin' some pool,
Tellin' old stories,
Streaching the truth and the lies.
Yeah, I feel my cell phone start buzzing in my pocket,
Boys ya'll keep on rocking,
But I gotta roll,
Point this Silverado down the road,
Yeah, I know the beers here are cold,
but I got something warm waiting for me at home, boys,
I gotta go see about a girl.
Ain't nothing you can say,
so don't even try,
the second she called,
that little girl made up my mind (yes she did)
Don't buy me no shot,
Don't bring me no drink,
Don't go wasting your money on me,
Bye-bye, boys,
You know, I gotta roll,
Point this Silverado down the road,
Yeah, i know the beers here are cold,
but I got something warm waiting for me at home, boys,
I gotta go see about a girl.
If you ever find a girl like mine, boy,
then you'll know why,
I got to roll,
Point this Silverado down the road,
Yeah, i know the beers here are cold,
but I got something warm and waiting for me at home, boys,
I gotta go see about a girl.
Sorry boys.
I gotta go see about my girl.