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It's been one hell of a crazy week I need to blow off a little steam I thought about chasing that little wild broad Round and a Texas heathen Or even heading to the bed and going wet line And wait for that ride to bend me I thought why not just start off 'Cause Friday night always ends We always wind up, right here At this same water and hole Where all of my friends, are cracking Same cold beers and the same old jokes Pickup lines and beer is fine The band's still playing too loud But this is where we always wind up When it's time to wind it down My buddy Joe drives a backhoe Bob's president at the bank Hank grabs bowls and we're all pretty sure Sunny's in the CIA We talk about what we'd all do If we hit the old pow boo yah I'd disappear on an island somewhere And after all the money was gone I'll just wind up, right here At this same water and hole Where all of my friends, are cracking Same cold beers and the same old jokes Pickup lines and beer is fine The band's still playing too loud But this is where we always wind up When it's time to wind it down Come on boys, line them all up and let's drink them all down Guess some things never change around here We wind up, right here At this same water and hole Where all of my friends, are cracking Same cold beers and the same old jokes The good old boys it's time for haul There's fancier places around But this is where we always wind up When it's time to wind it down Yeah, I think it's time to wind it down
Writer(s): Trent Wayne Willmon, Wynn Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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