|
Two six packs of shiner |
|
A ninety nine cent, butane lighter |
|
Lucky strikes an' a fifth of Patron |
|
Ice down that Igloo cooler |
|
A tank of gas, that oughta do her |
|
Feels like a good one comin' on |
|
Throw in Ray, Wylie Hubbard |
|
Sing along to "Redneck Mother" |
|
Any blues I had before are gone |
|
Another week of work is over |
|
No chance of stayin' sober |
|
I can feel a good one comin' on |
|
Yeah, we're gonna roll all night |
|
We're gonna get to feelin' right |
|
We're gonna keep this party rockin' |
|
Till the break of dawn |
|
Yeah, I can feel a good one comin' on |
|
Three blonde's in a rag top Mustang |
|
Followed us out to the lake |
|
An' hell it didn't have to think about that too long |
|
Skinny dippin' in the bright moonlight |
|
Situation couldn't be more right |
|
Looks like a good one comin' on |
|
Yeah, we're gonna roll all night |
|
We're gonna get to feelin' right |
|
We're gonna keep this party rockin' |
|
Till the break of dawn |
|
I can feel a good one |
|
It looks like a good one |
|
I can feel a good one comin' on |
|
Yeah, we're gonna roll all night |
|
We're gonna get to feelin' right |
|
We're gonna keep this party rockin' |
|
Till the break of dawn |
|
Looks like a good one |
|
Yeah, I can feel a good one |
|
It looks like a good one comin' on |
|
Yeah, I can feel a good one |
|
Don't it look like a good one |
|
I can feel a good one comin' on |