Drinking Song

Start this night out right so I don't fall on my face

I got some red necks with me ready to get drunk and shot the gauge

They got 6 shots of tequila and half a bottle of Bacardi

The bottle came from someone's cooler when we left the bonfire party

They constantly asking for more and trying to pour me up a shot

Incredible hulk mixed with vodka and a Scotch on the rocks

Crown royal with coke a bud light my eye balls afloat

So much fucking liquid in me I got to hit the pisser for sure

Keeping up with hill billys acting silly drunker then shit

This might compare to my smoking song but pimping this is not it

This is my drinking song so you know what you got to do

Drink twelve or twenty one or whatever you do but don't stop at two

This is my drinking song

And there ain't no rules what you waiting on

Pop a bottle pour your self a shot or even brew your own

If your going to drink might as well drink until you hit the floor

After you hit the floor get your ass up and pour a couple more

Aight I'm alright listen to my words I have drunken up half the bar

And still yet a slur I heard

I looked down at red neck he look like he was about to hurl

Brother Robby acting similar but was spinning like the world

Now real rednecks can get drunk like some shit I've never seen

Ten shots bud lights for chasing and ready for round eleventeen

Demolition Derby's at the races rodeos and hill streets

When ever legal liquor sold white folks will meet

But we all want to get fucked up and when I say we

I'm talking about every nationality on this g.l.o.b.e

And some do, some don't, some might like it, some wont,

I'll tell you what I love this so much I'm fucked up right now

We jump in slapper's car don't worry this fool wasn't driven

The outcome would of been ridiculous and we wouldn't of survived

Believe it or not I was the most sober of the five of us

Liquor in me got to piss again I feel like I'm about to bust

Good thing we got out the exit for me to handle my business

I jumped out to drain my lizard and god as my witness

I see a truck load of moonshine hiding behind some trees

with the keys in it and nobody around

No one but me this mean we can get drunker and crunker

And make us some cheese from Mariana Arkansas

Through the woods back to Tennessee

This event start another good old boy Fraiser drinking day

In the back of a Chevrolet pick-up shooting off the gauge