Bar Fight

Oh dear
Finally sippin ice cold beer
I've been bustin my back all week, Friday's finally here
Don't come here rustlin feathers, just have a drink and groove
But if you wanna be a tough guy, whatcha gonna do?

Gonna start a fight in this bar
Don't make me hit you with my old guitar
I was tryna have a good time
You took it way too far
And it's a Friday night
Don't make me send you home with a black eye
Make you have to explain to your old lady, how you got whooped in a bar fight

I walk into the bar
And I'm thinking everything is cool
I see a fella hollerin, hootin, yellin at my good friend, Jules
I step in to intervene, tell 'em fella hey you know the rules
There ain't no fricken rules, so I picked it up and hit 'em with the stool

Gonna start a fight in this bar
Don't make me hit you with my old guitar
I was tryna have a good time
You took it way too far
And it's a Friday night
Don't make me send you home with a black eye
Make you have to explain to your old lady, how you got whooped in a bar fight

And when it's closin time
I'm gonna get out of here like nothing happened
I'm gonna hop in my lifted Chevy
And I'm gonna go home and laugh at cha
Hey Riley how do you feel?
Well hey Jules
Man you know the saying goes
Knuck if you buck
Sometimes you get buck
You get stuck, and, left in the back of a pick em up truck
Then you got a real
Straight like that
YEEEEHAW

Gonna start a fight in this bar
Don't make me hit you with my old guitar
I was tryna have a good time
You took it way too far
And it's a Friday night
Don't make me send you home with a black eye
Make you have to explain to your old lady, how you got whooped in a bar fight

Yeah brother
We're gonna do it next week again, ain't we Riley?
YEEHAW!