Bucky Covington, Shooter Jennings - Drinking Side of Country Lyrics
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We played down in the bayou in some old barn they turned into a bar
This pretty little red haired girl took our drummer to her car
They were getting hot and heavy when someone hollered mister saying
You ain't from around here, get your hands off my sister
We roll (we roll) we roll (we roll)
We roll (we roll) on down the highway
On the drinking (on the drinking) side of country (side of country)
Like some old ramblers on the run
We went up to Detroit, took some country to the city
Like some old Hillbilly tourists I guess we looked really silly
Cause they were laughin' at us man, til we fired up the band, said
You hicks are pretty slick, so we jammed and then we split
We roll (we roll) we roll (we roll)
We roll (we roll) on down the highway
On the drinking (on the drinking) side of country (side of country)
Like some old ramblers on the run
[Guitar solo]
Brunette from Minnesota drinking Jim Beam and Cola
Kept buying him rounds of shots, she was trying to get him drunk
I said "My Heart don't belong to me, I left it back in Tennessee"
She said "Your heart ain't the part that I want"
We roll (we roll) we roll (we roll)
We roll (we roll) on down the highway
On the drinking (on the drinking) side of country (side of country)
Like some old ramblers on the run
We roll (we roll) we roll (we roll)
We roll (we roll) on down the highway
On the drinking (on the drinking) side of country (side of country)
Like some old ramblers on the run Send "Drinking Side Of Country" Ringtone to your Cell
