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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Colt Ford
Performer
Andy Greenway
Electric Guitar
C. Michael Spriggs
Acoustic Guitar
Catherine Styron Marx
Piano
Gary Burnette
Electric Guitar
J Scuillo
Acoustic Guitar
Kevin Grantt
Bass
Paul Scolton
Drums
Rob Hajacos
Fiddle
Scotty Sanders
Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jared Sciullo
Composer
Justin Spillner
Composer
Shannon Houchins
Composer
J Scuillo
Writer
J. Brown
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shannon Houchins
Producer
DJ KO
Producer
John "Blue Gutta" Allen
Editing Engineer
Noah Gordon
Mastering Engineer
Phive Starr
Producer
Ryan Gore
Engineer
T.W. Cargile
Mixing Engineer
Tracey Wormworth
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Well just pass me a cold one, buddy it's that time again
That neon sign says open and I'm here with all my friends
So just keep them taps a-flowing, the first round's all on me
And as long as they keep pouring 'em, hey, we ain't gonna leave
[Verse 2]
Well good God Almighty, there's a party in here
Lord have mercy, I'm thirsty, pass me a beer
Been working all day, 'bout ready to play
I done called all my boys and they on their way
And we ain't goin' home till the sun come up
And if I'm too drunk to drive I'll just sleep in my truck
Won't be the first time, but sure not the last
Got my eye on that blonde with the heart shaped ass
She been lookin' at me since I walked through the door
'Bout time for Ol' Colt to twirl her 'round the dance floor
See if she got a thang for them ol' cowboys
Who like to fight, raise hell, and make a lotta noise
[Verse 3]
Well just pass me a cold one, buddy it's that time again
That neon sign says open and I'm here with all my friends
So just keep them taps a-flowing, the first round's all on me
And as long as they keep pouring 'em, y'all, we ain't gonna leave
[Verse 4]
Well here's the situation, the blonde wasn't cooking
But she came with a friend who was just as goodlooking
So I eased on over with a bottle of Bud
Looked her right in the eye, said little lady what's up?
D'you like country boys with a southern drawl
Who fish, hunt, and fight, say yes ma'am and ya'll?
If so, then I might be just your type
If not, what the hell, Darlin', I won't tell
Now me and you can ease on outta here
My truck is out front I got a cooler of beer
And I'd love to take you for a bite to eat
Waffle house is still open right down the street
It's all on me, I got plenty of cash
I might fight a grizzly bear for a piece of that ass
As a matter of fact, run and get yo friends
I'll round up the boys, we can make some noise
[Verse 5]
C'mon pass me a cold one, buddy it's that time again
That neon sign says open and I'm here with all my friends
So just keep them taps a-flowing, the first round's all on me
And as long as they keep pouring 'em, y'all, we ain't gonna leave
[Verse 6]
C'mon pass me a cold one, buddy it's that time again
That neon sign says open and I'm here with all my friends
So just keep them taps a-flowing, the first round's all on me
And as long as they keep pouring 'em, y'all, we ain't gonna leave
Written by: J Scuillo, J. Brown, Jared Sciullo, Justin Spillner, Shannon Houchins