Verse 1:
Well my budy once told me boy you gotta good tune, but it a'int
something I can tape my boots to.
You're playing the guitar just to damn slow like songs about heartache
are all you know.
I told him oh man I can't figure it out. Won't you tell me the kind of
something you wanna hear about.
He looked at me strange and he said something weird and this is what he
wispered in my ear.
Oh wow.
Chores:
Give me a song about beer cans and whiskey bottles!
Backroads and pasture parties,
Those women in tight jeans.
And Texas country music playing.
Hog fighting and bull riding,
Raising Hell, done been to jail.
In those smokey bars that I came to play.
I need a son to play to get me through this day.
But if you wanna know the truth,
All I really want, is a song that i can drink to.
Verse 2:
Well i got on stage, ain't even played my first show.
I grabbed my guitar, reset the capo.
Asked my band what they wanted to play and I could tell by the fear in the
look in their face.
I told the crowd here's a song that you ain't heard,
And by the end of the night you'll know wvery single word
By the end of the night you'll know every single word
Chores:
To a song about beer cans and whiskey bottles.
Backroads and pasture parties,
Those women in tight jeans.
And Texas country music playing.
Hog fighting and bull riding,
Raising Hell, done been to jail.
In those smokey bars that I came to play.
I need a song to play to get me through this day.
But if you wanna know the truth,
All I really want... is a song i can drink to
Lyrics Submitted by Matthew Hoagland