God Made Beer
God made the sun so we could see
And the air for us to breathe
He came up with gravity to ground us here
He made that great big clear blue sky
For those eagles' wings to fly
Yeah, but men like me are why
God made beer
Yeah, the working man and a cold can
Just go together
If your heart's breakin' or you're hell raisin'
Nothing works better
In a crowded bar or wrapped in the arms
Of your honey or your favourite La-Z-Boy chair
Yeah, men like me are why
God made beer
It'll wash that pizza back
Goes great with cuttin' grass
18 holes, small mouth bass
And bending ears
It's got me out of heartbroke binds
And in the doghouse at times
Yeah, but men like me are why
God made beer
Yeah, the working man and a cold can
Just go together
If your heart's breakin' or your whisky's chasin'
Nothing works better
In a crowded bar or wrapped in the arms
Of your honey or your favourite La-Z-Boy chair
Yeah, men like me are why
God made beer
White collars drink their wine and champagne
Sip martinis from a glass
Buts it's crystal clear God made beer
For ass-kicking, hell-raising, hard-living, love-making
Hard working-class, just like me
Sing it fellas
Yeah, the working man and a cold can
Just go together
If your heart's breakin' or you're hell raisin'
Nothing works better
In a crowded bar or wrapped in the arms
Of your honey or your favourite La-Z-Boy chair
Yeah, men like me are why
Heavy or light
In his divine wisdom
God made beer
(Hallelujah!)
Whose shout is it anyway?
Get me another beer out of the fridge, honey
I love you
And the air for us to breathe
He came up with gravity to ground us here
He made that great big clear blue sky
For those eagles' wings to fly
Yeah, but men like me are why
God made beer
Yeah, the working man and a cold can
Just go together
If your heart's breakin' or you're hell raisin'
Nothing works better
In a crowded bar or wrapped in the arms
Of your honey or your favourite La-Z-Boy chair
Yeah, men like me are why
God made beer
It'll wash that pizza back
Goes great with cuttin' grass
18 holes, small mouth bass
And bending ears
It's got me out of heartbroke binds
And in the doghouse at times
Yeah, but men like me are why
God made beer
Yeah, the working man and a cold can
Just go together
If your heart's breakin' or your whisky's chasin'
Nothing works better
In a crowded bar or wrapped in the arms
Of your honey or your favourite La-Z-Boy chair
Yeah, men like me are why
God made beer
White collars drink their wine and champagne
Sip martinis from a glass
Buts it's crystal clear God made beer
For ass-kicking, hell-raising, hard-living, love-making
Hard working-class, just like me
Sing it fellas
Yeah, the working man and a cold can
Just go together
If your heart's breakin' or you're hell raisin'
Nothing works better
In a crowded bar or wrapped in the arms
Of your honey or your favourite La-Z-Boy chair
Yeah, men like me are why
Heavy or light
In his divine wisdom
God made beer
(Hallelujah!)
Whose shout is it anyway?
Get me another beer out of the fridge, honey
I love you
Credits
Writer(s): Dave Turnbull, Michael Heeney
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