That'll Make You Wanna Drink

Smokey bar, mediocre band playin' old familiar songs, hit after hit Neon lights, cuttin' through the smoke a new Minnesota fats is chalkin' up his stick Nine ball in the corner pocket, twenty dollars gone Two Bubba's standin' toe to toe a- bout to get it on That'll make you wanna drink, say, what the heck Turn up a cold one, throw down your paycheck A room full of good times, laughter and pain That'll make you wanna drink That'll make you wanna drink Country boy, out there on the dance floor with mud on his boots He brought straight from the farm Older man, gold chains around his neck and a pretty young thing hangin' on his arm I bet he's got a couple of them little blue pills She ain't gonna, but for drinks all night she'll make him think she will That'll make you wanna drink, say, what the heck Turn up a cold one, throw down your paycheck A room full of good times, laughter and pain That'll make you wanna drink The reason I came in here is I screwed up real bad She's made it mighty clear, she ain't never comin' back That'll make you wanna drink, say, what the heck Turn up a cold one, throw down your paycheck A room full of good times, laughter and pain That'll make you wanna drink That'll make you wanna drink That'll make you wanna drink