All My Friends Drink Beer

I'm talkin' bout them shirt off their back-home boys and girls All them blue collar rednecks around the world With a dog in the cab cooler in the back Got ice doin' work on a 12 pack All them small town boys sittin' 35 high And them blue jean babies that are down ride That's the way we was raised up round here All my friends drink beer On a Friday night Stacking them cans, man, Georgia pine high Raise hell with a dixie cup If you tip it on back, turn it on up You can bet your ass, you're gonna fit right in round here Cause all my boys drink beer Goes down pretty good with a country song Goes down a little better when you're singing along So can I get a hey y'all, hell yea, cheers! All my friends drink beer On a Friday night Stacking them cans, man, Georgia pine high Raise hell with a dixie cup If you tip it on back, turn it on up You can bet your ass, you're gonna fit right in round here Cause all my friends drink beer Now I don't just hang out with anybody And I'm not sayin', you gotta be somebody I'm just sayin', you gotta be able to hold on To a cold one every now and again Cause all my friends drink beer On a Friday night Stacking them cans, man, Georgia pine high Raise hell with a dixie cup If you tip it on back, turn it on up You can bet your ass, you're gonna fit right in round here All my friends drink beer Yeah, all my friends drink beer