Blue Jeans N Beer

Girl these blue jeans and beer
If a man got that then he ain't got fear
Blue jeans and beer
I'ma fight them fuckers cause they ain't from here
Bourbon bottles, big trucks
Long as I got mine don't give two fucks
Blue jeans and beer take me away from here

Well I don't think I can bear it, oh my good god of fear
To have me one good hard lookin' at just who's in that mirror
Somehow I came to parrot every goddamn word I hear
While I'm fallin' asleep watchin' fox news and drinkin a beer
Or two, three, four, five, six, twelve, it ain't clear

But see my single momma sister's sons, you know the one got sick
Bud light
And my single momma sister's sons, you know they're on that CHIP
Skin tight jeans
We tried givin' them god and guns but the crab won't quit
Small town
Well sister swear to god no one cares
All she ever got was thoughts and prayers blue jeans and beer

Well if I'm to give an accountin' here I'd say what's the use
Wasn't never nobody's lives got changed inside no votin' booth
Maybe coulda paid attention back in history class and Christ knows that's the truth
Now when I think of my sister's sons that shit sends me through the roof
Blue jeans and beer well that's my truth

Now my single momma sister's sons, you know the one found death
Bud light
And my single momma sister's sons, the other one found meth
Skin tight jeans
Sister has a thing or two to say but she's out of breath
Small town but my bro now
Have you seen my new blue jeans y'all ready know I just cracked a beer
Blue jeans and beer

Girl these blue jeans and beer
If a man got that then he ain't got fear
Blue jeans and beer
I'ma fight them fuckers cause they ain't from here
Bourbon bottles, big trucks
Long as I got mine don't give two fucks
Blue jeans and beer take me away from here



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Brown
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