Soundtrack to a Six Pack Lyrics

Hell, I was broke as a joke, no bank account commasHand me down boots knock off Tony LamasIt was paper plate dinner, box wine, chicken ramenSmokin' that cheap Bob Marley, we be jam...Read Full Lyrics

We are graffiti on a subway trainTwo hands shape of a heartLyrics on a Coca-Cola classic canPromises whispered in the darkWe are Hemingway in a dive barI love you in a dead languag...Read Full Lyrics

Dang if we didn't get drunk last nightPair of Levi's on the ceilin' fan spinnin'Like my head, one boot on, a beer in the otherWhat the hell's settin' inGone and dang done it againP...Read Full Lyrics

Yeah, there it isHeyWell, I sure am thirstyThis week sure kicked my assLord, have mercy, I'd like to fix it fastYou see I got a little workweek pay in my pocketI'm looking for a li...Read Full Lyrics

Plug me inI'm alive tonightOut on the streets againTurn me onI'm too hot to stopSomething you'll never forgetTake my fistBreak down the wallsI'm on top tonightNo, noYou better turn...Read Full Lyrics

We are graffiti on a subway trainTwo hands shape of a heartLyrics on a Coca-Cola classic canPromises whispered in the darkWe are Hemingway in a dive barI love you in a dead languag...Read Full Lyrics

Black El Camino on a Saturday nightCooler in the back with a case of Coors LightWindows cracked, a little smoke creepin' outYeah, that's how we do it down southSlow rollin', takin'...Read Full Lyrics

Thank daddy for HankThank mama for JesusBetween the vinyl and the BibleIt was everything I ever neededIt was six strings on a Saturday nightSunday morning seeing the lightThank dad...Read Full Lyrics

Oh yeahBoots and buckles, red clay and sandMy point ain’t subtle hereI’m a southern manWhere the beer seems cooler and the women seem hotterWhere the world don’t seem so damn...Read Full Lyrics

Oh yeahBoots and buckles, red clay and sandMy point ain’t subtle hereI’m a southern manWhere the beer seems cooler and the women seem hotterWhere the world don’t seem so damn...Read Full Lyrics