Ain't as Easy as You Drink I Am
I bet you were a tall drink of water
When you walked into this place seven hours ago
But ten drinks later, just look at your face
Three sheets and they're ready to blow
The lights are barely on in this bar but I can see what you're
Thinkin' that your chances look up the more you're drinking
So belly on up and throw another one down
And keep telling yourself you're the man
But it ain't your night, mister
And I ain't your woman
Cuz I ain't as easy as you drink I am
Now some boys it goes to their muscles, hey yeah
And some boys it goes to their head
And sometimes it goes to that particular place
That makes 'em think your boots belong by their bed
You think you're some kinda juke joint king
You can buy me a drink but I ain't givin' up a thing
So belly on up and throw another one down
And keep telling yourself you're the man
But it ain't your night, mister
And I ain't your woman
Cuz I ain't as easy as you drink I am
You're spitting out words like some clumsy Casanova
Thinking that you got me impressed
Something 'bout trucks and your dog and your momma
With your eyes tattooed on my chest
You're gonna wake up with the devil and pay for your sin
But this time tomorrow you can run it back again
So belly on up and throw another one down
And keep telling yourself you're the man
But it ain't your night, mister
And I ain't your woman
Cuz I ain't as easy as you drink I am
When you walked into this place seven hours ago
But ten drinks later, just look at your face
Three sheets and they're ready to blow
The lights are barely on in this bar but I can see what you're
Thinkin' that your chances look up the more you're drinking
So belly on up and throw another one down
And keep telling yourself you're the man
But it ain't your night, mister
And I ain't your woman
Cuz I ain't as easy as you drink I am
Now some boys it goes to their muscles, hey yeah
And some boys it goes to their head
And sometimes it goes to that particular place
That makes 'em think your boots belong by their bed
You think you're some kinda juke joint king
You can buy me a drink but I ain't givin' up a thing
So belly on up and throw another one down
And keep telling yourself you're the man
But it ain't your night, mister
And I ain't your woman
Cuz I ain't as easy as you drink I am
You're spitting out words like some clumsy Casanova
Thinking that you got me impressed
Something 'bout trucks and your dog and your momma
With your eyes tattooed on my chest
You're gonna wake up with the devil and pay for your sin
But this time tomorrow you can run it back again
So belly on up and throw another one down
And keep telling yourself you're the man
But it ain't your night, mister
And I ain't your woman
Cuz I ain't as easy as you drink I am
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Writer(s): Sean Garnhart
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