Settle for a Beer (with Triston Marez)

I'd love a log cabin in the Montana woods

A red El Camino with horns on the hood

A '58 Gibson with brand new strings

And that pretty little blonde-haired girl to walk right up to me

And I'd settle for beer

One more round goin' down with my all friends right here

If my wishes don't come true and my dreams disappear

Well, that's alright 'cause truth is I'd settle for a beer

I wouldn't mind a piece of land with a hundred head of cattle

A fifteen-hand thoroughbred with a custom rough-out saddle

A Bass Tracker in red and black with a King Ranch to tow

A couple pump jacks in my yard, gettin' rich off that black gold

I'd settle for beer

One more round goin' down with my all friends right here

If my wishes don't come true and my dreams disappear

Well, that's alright 'cause truth is I'd settle for a beer

Yes, I will

Hand me one of them Banquets there, Triston

Hell, why don't you give me your ex-girlfriend's number?

I ain't all that picky 'bout the temperature or brand

The only kind I really need is the kind that's in my hand

(Triston, watch this)

But I'd settle for beer

One more round goin' down with my all friends right here

And if my wishes don't come true and my dreams disappear

Well, that's alright 'cause the truth is I'd still be on this stool tonight

I'd settle for beer

One more round goin' down with my all friends right here

And if my wishes don't come true and my dreams disappear

Well, that's alright 'cause truth is I'd settle for a beer

That's alright 'cause Banquets make me feel like a millionaire

Let's go grab another six-pack, buddy

Aw, let's make it a thirty