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Dierks Bentley
Dierks Bentley
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BRELAND
BRELAND
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HARDY
HARDY
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Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
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Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
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Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
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Danny Rader
Danny Rader
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Luke Dick
Luke Dick
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BRELAND
BRELAND
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Luke Dick
Luke Dick
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Ashley Gorley
Ashley Gorley
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Nicolle Galyon
Nicolle Galyon
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Niko Moon
Niko Moon
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Ben Johnson
Ben Johnson
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Dierks Bentley
Dierks Bentley
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Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
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Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
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Dierks Bentley
Dierks Bentley
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Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
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Brett Beavers
Brett Beavers
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Jon Randall
Jon Randall
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F. Reid Shippen
F. Reid Shippen
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Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
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Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
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Danny Rader
Danny Rader
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Jason Lehning
Jason Lehning
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Michael Mechling
Michael Mechling
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Daniel Bacigalupi
Daniel Bacigalupi
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Everybody's got a problem, so do I But we ain't gonna solve 'em on a Saturday night I just put a paycheck in the bank And I ain't hit the town in a minute to drink You had one of them, one of those weeks Stuck on repeat, I'll save you a seat Come on down Swing on by Bring whatever's been on your mind Locals on tap And bottles on ice Livin' on feel good standard time My card's on the bar You've got nowhere to be If you don't come through Buddy, that's on you 'Cause the beer's on me Yeah, the beer's on me (Ain't that right, HARDY?) Yeah, I'ma get a round or two for all I want Just a-bustin' your back while you're cussin' the sun And if your girl don't love you no more Well, here's a tall boy to cry in and it's been paid for And if you're short on cash, say cheers Don't sweat it, leave the sweatin' to the beer and Come on down Swing on by Bring whatever's been on your mind Locals on tap And bottles on ice Livin' on feel good standard time My card's on the bar You've got nowhere to be If you don't come through Buddy, that's on you 'Cause the beer's on me Yeah, the beer's on me (Drink it down) I like my drinks like my roof, on the house We turnin' up, got double cups, the sun's goin' down With lagers, I'm a boxer, yeah, I need 'bout 12 rounds And I could be your sponsor if you like how that sounds Tell me what you're drinkin', buckets for a Lincoln I could cover you and me and everyone you're bringin' Come on down Swing on by Bring whatever's been on your mind Locals on tap And bottles on ice Livin' on feel good standard time My card's on the bar You've got nowhere to be If you don't come through Buddy, that's on you 'Cause the beer's on me Yeah, the beer's on me The beer's on me Gonna save you a seat 'Cause the beer's on me Come get a Bud heavy, Busch Light Kill a cold Miller, Blue Moon, Red Stripe Naturday don't matter to me 'Cause don't nothing taste better than free Yeah, the beer's on me
Writer(s): Benjamin Johnson, Michael Hardy, Daniel Breland, Nicolle Galyon, Luke Dick, Dierks Bentley, Niko Moon, Ross Copperman, Ashley Glenn Gorley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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