All My Friends Drink Beer

I'm talkin 'bout them shirt off their back homeboys and girls

All them blue collar rednecks around the world

With a dog in the cab, cooler in the back

Got ice doin' work on a 12 pack

All them small town boys sittin' 35 high

And them blue jean babies that are down to ride

That's the way we were raised up 'round here

All my friends drink beer

On a Friday night

Stacking them cans, man, Georgia pine high

Raise hell with a Dixie cup

If you tip it on back, turn it on up

You can bet your ass you're gonna fit right in 'round here

'Cause all my friends drink beer

Goes down pretty good with a country song

Goes down a little better when you're singing along

So can I get a hey y'all

Hell yeah, cheers

All my friends drink beer

On a Friday night

Stacking them cans, man, Georgia pine high

Raise hell with a Dixie cup

If you tip it on back, turn it on up

You can bet your ass you're gonna fit right in 'round here

'Cause all my friends drink beer

Now I don't just hang out with anybody

And I'm not sayin' you gotta be somebody (All my friends drink)

I'm just sayin', you gotta be able to hold on

To a cold one every now and again

'Cause all my friends drink beer

On a Friday night (Friday night)

Stacking them cans, man, Georgia pine high (Georgia pine high)

Raise hell with a Dixie cup

If you tip it on back, turn it on up

You can bet your ass you're gonna fit right in 'round here

All my friends drink beer

Drink beer

Drink beer

Yeah

All my friends drink beer