Beer Drinkers and Hell Raisers

If you see me walkin' down the line
With my favorite honky tonk in mind
Well, I'll be here around supper time
With my can of dinner and a bunch of wine

Oh, beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah
Uh-huh-huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me?

And the crowd gets loud when the band gets right
Steel guitar cryin' through the night
Yeah, tryin' to cover up the corner fight
But everything's cool 'cause they're just tight

Beer drinkers, hell raisers, yeah
Huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me?
Aw, play it, boy!

The joint was jumpin' like a cat on hot tin
Lord, I thought the floor was gonna give in
Soundin' a lot like they got House Congressional
'Cause we're experimental and professional

Beer drinkers, hell raisers, yeah
Well, baby, don't you wanna come with me?



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