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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dillon Carmichael
Dillon Carmichael
Lead Vocals
Ryan Gore
Ryan Gore
Percussion
Lonnie Wilson
Lonnie Wilson
Drums
Lee Francis
Lee Francis
Bass Guitar
Danny Rader
Danny Rader
Acoustic Guitar
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Electric Guitar
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Guitar
JeneƩ Fleenor
JeneƩ Fleenor
Fiddle
Jeff Roach
Jeff Roach
Keyboards
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashley Gorley
Ashley Gorley
Songwriter
Ben Johnson
Ben Johnson
Songwriter
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
Hunter Phelps
Hunter Phelps
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan Gore
Ryan Gore
Mixing Engineer
Jon Pardi
Jon Pardi
Producer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Brian David Willis
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer
Michael Walter
Michael Walter
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Girl, I knew it was a matter of time
'Fore you got dolled up, pulled into my drive
And apologized 'cause the other night you went crazy
You said you're just here to collect your stuff
Now you're crying and you're talking 'bout making up
Like you wanna come back, let me think about that
Now, baby, well
[Chorus]
I'd rather drink a hot beer, build a fire in the pouring rain
Burn all of my fishing gear then set sail in a hurricane
Go hunting with an empty gun and see a once in a lifetime deer
Or work a Saturday just for fun and come home and drink a hot beer
[Verse 2]
I'm sorry if it sounds kinda overboard
But you cheated and you lied and you wrecked my Ford
So you might as well stay there on the porch now, honey
If you wanna know the odds of another try
They're about the same as a tractor flyin'
Quit your laughing, girl, I ain't tryna be funny
[Chorus]
I'd rather drink a hot beer, build a fire in the pouring rain
Burn all of my fishing gear then set sail in a hurricane
Go hunting with an empty gun and see a once in a lifetime deer
Or work a Saturday just for fun and come home and drink a hot beer
[Bridge]
Come home and drink a skunked, old, totally not cold
Flat and scratched 'cause it's done been rolled
In the back of the bed with the trash and the tools
Hell, I'd even pop a O'Douls over you, yeah
[Chorus]
I'd rather drink a hot beer, turn it up and take a long sip
Hell, I'd even take a big swig of uncle Bubba's old dip spit
Go hunting with an empty gun and see a once in a lifetime deer
Work a Saturday just for fun and come home and drink a hot beer
Come home and drink a hot beer
Written by: Ashley Gorley, Ben Johnson, Michael Wilson Hardy, Hunter Phelps
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