Blood Sweat and Beer
Oh, I like the way that sounds.
Well, I was raised by the callused hands of a working man, and that's why I am the way I am and the way I am ain't ever done me wrong.
Well, I bust my butt and break my back for a little cash to pay my bills and a bar tab, till I'm in the dirt.
I work my fingers to the bone with blood, sweat, and beer.
That's the way we roll around here.
It's up with the sun, when the job is done, we're chug-a-lugging on a cold one.
Working hard for the simple life, but I'm on the souvenir.
It's a little bit of blood, sweat, and beer.
Ah, bring me some!
Let me tell you now.
Oh, out here ain't no whiny folks, just regular joes, who can carry their load.
And our heart and soul is sung to that red, white, and blue.
We love this land like God weighs a centerbeam, and if you're thinking we're gonna change, open your eyes to that ice-cold hard proof.
And this blood, sweat, and beer.
That's the way we roll around here.
It's up with the sun, when the job is done, we're chug-a-lugging on a cold one.
Working hard for the simple life, but I'm on the souvenir.
It's a little bit of blood, sweat, and beer.
Well, I was raised by the callused hands of a working man, and that's why I am the way I am and the way I am ain't ever done me wrong.
Well, I bust my butt and break my back for a little cash to pay my bills and a bar tab, till I'm in the dirt.
I work my fingers to the bone with blood, sweat, and beer.
That's the way we roll around here.
It's up with the sun, when the job is done, we're chug-a-lugging on a cold one.
Working hard for the simple life, but I'm on the souvenir.
It's a little bit of blood, sweat, and beer.
Ah, bring me some!
Let me tell you now.
Oh, out here ain't no whiny folks, just regular joes, who can carry their load.
And our heart and soul is sung to that red, white, and blue.
We love this land like God weighs a centerbeam, and if you're thinking we're gonna change, open your eyes to that ice-cold hard proof.
And this blood, sweat, and beer.
That's the way we roll around here.
It's up with the sun, when the job is done, we're chug-a-lugging on a cold one.
Working hard for the simple life, but I'm on the souvenir.
It's a little bit of blood, sweat, and beer.
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Kinney, Arlis Albritton, Craig Boyd
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