Beer drinkers & Hell raisers

If you see me walking down the line
With my favorite honky tonk in mind
Well, I'll be round about suppertime
With my can of dinner and a bunch of fine

Beer drinkers and Hell raisers
Little girl, baby, don't you walk on with me

Crowd gets flies when the band gets tight
Steel guitar crying through the night
Trying to cover up the corner fight
But everything's cool 'cause they just tight

Beer drinkers and hell raisers
Little girl, baby don't you walk on with me

Come on baby

See me dancing like a cat on hot tin
I'm never, never gonna give in
I'm counting on this straight to win
Whiskey ain't never been a sin

Beer drinkers and Hell raisers
Little girl, baby, don't you walk on with me



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Lee Beard, Joe Michael Hill, Billy Gibbons
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