Coors Light

Last night I cross the county line
I don't think Im gonna – spend too much time
Honky tonk roads trynna take me down
I aint got a real place I can call it my hometown
Sitting up on that lonesome bar
There was this little stage with a man and his own jar
He took a break and lit a cigarette
And advised me of the things I didn't know yet

And I will play until its closer
The best I can
And (we) will drink every coors light
If we have a chance
Nobody has to tell u what to do our what you stand for
Give them hell until this barroom ends

And I approached to hear what he was saying
Storytelling about life; what he got and he was missing
We were two or three at most
But hell, that little man could feel all he wrote

And I will play until its closer
The best I can
And (we) will drink every coors light
If we have a chance
Nobody has to tell u what to do our what you stand for
Give them hell until this barroom ends

Its been months and I still cant forget
I came back to that honky tonk - and they didnt know a thing
But when I come out to the stage
I always remember what that guy told me one day

And I will play until its closer
The best I can
And (we) will drink every coors light
If we have a chance
Nobody has to tell u what to do our what you stand for
Give them hell until this barroom ends