If you see me walkin' down the line
well, I'll be here around suppertime
with my fav'rite honky tonk in mind,
with my can of dinner and a bunch of fine. Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah.
Uh
steel guitar cryin' through the night.
The crowd gets loud when the band gets right,
Yeah, try'n to cover up the corner fight
Huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me?
Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah.
but ev'rything's cool 'cause they's just tight. The joint was jumpin' like a cat on hot tin. Lord, I thought the floor was gonna give in.
Ah, play it boy. Soundin' a lot like a House Congressional
'cause we're experimental and professional.
Well, baby, don't you wanna come with me?
Beer drinkers, hell raisers, yeah. - Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard.
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