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I've been working my ass off all day long Just to sit in ten mile traffic on my way home Between the BS and stress, man, the list goes on and on And on, and on We all got too much on our plates There's only so much we can take 'til it breaks We all got drinkin' problems It's 'bout that time we get to workin' on 'em We'll be cold-can holdin', keep that jukebox rollin' Ordering rounds 'til we think we forgot 'em 'Less you got a better way to solve 'em We'll keep on drowning our drinkin' problems Bobby's buying beer 'cause he can't pay his rent George's new Ford's got a deer-sized dent Billy's old ex is texting him again And him, and him, and her, and him We're kinda all in the same damn boat Crossing our fingers that the keg don't float 'Cause you know We all got drinkin' problems It's 'bout that time we get to workin' on 'em We'll be cold-can holdin', keep that jukebox rollin' Ordering rounds 'til we think we forgot 'em 'Less you got a better way to solve 'em We'll keep on drowning our drinkin' problems, yeah Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh We all got drinkin' problems It's 'bout that time we get to workin' on 'em We'll be cold-can holdin', keep that jukebox rollin' Ordering rounds 'til we think we forgot 'em 'Less you got a better way to solve 'em We'll keep on drowning our drinkin' problems, yeah, yeah Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Writer(s): Erik Dylan, Luke Combs, Ray Fulcher, Thomas Archer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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