That'll Make You Wanna Drink

Smokey bar

Mediocre band playin' old familiar songs, hit after hit

Neon lights

Cutting'through the smoke a new Minnesota Fats is chalking up his stick

Nine ball in the corner pocket 20 dollars gone

Two Bubba’s standing toe to toe about 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 goinna, 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

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 coming 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