11 Beers

Five-foot-two, two-fifteen

Four divorces, forklift king

Boss like that'll make you drink

So here goes number six

Show up early, punch out late

Popped a top and he docked my pay

If he don't die before I kill this case

One day I'll rock his shit

If I only drink eleven beers by 6 p.m.

Everybody's gonna make it home

If I crank the John Deere soon as I pull in

My old lady might leave me alone

And if you see that Dodge in front of my garage

Then I ain't done nothing wrong

If I only drink eleven beers, that's one less broken law

I quit whiskey last Friday night

When I used my last DUI

Now I stick to Miller Lite

'Cause I got shit to do

Botox Becky three doors down

Drug my mugshot through this town

Next time she runs her mouth

I'ma park it in her living room

But if I only drink eleven beers by 6 p.m.

Everybody's gonna make it home

If I crank the John Deere soon as I pull in

My old lady might leave me alone

And if you see that Dodge in front of my garage

Then I ain't done nothing wrong

If I only drink eleven beers, that's one less broken law

If I only drink eleven beers by 6 p.m.

Everybody's gonna make it home

If I crank the John Deere soon as I pull in

My old lady might leave me alone

And if you see that Dodge in front of my garage

Then I ain't done nothing wrong

If I only drink eleven beers, that's one less broken law