Man That Holds the Beer

Five o'clock on Friday He's wearing a big ol' grin He's glad to see this teeth grinding week Come to an end On his back porch in a fold out chair As the birds sing the weekend song All is right in his world and he's right Where he belongs Takes his worries pours them out and lets them go Tells his troubles take a hike and hit the road Takes a bad day and puts it in the rearview mirror Cracks a cold one in his hand And his problems disappear Happy is the man that holds the beer He counts his blessings Thinks how lucky he is right now Finds peace of mind one sip at a time Watching the sun go down Got an old dog at his feet And a butterfly on the breeze Feeling from the woman that he loves He ain't drowning sorrow drinking No he wouldn't trade his life for anyone Takes his worries pours them out and lets them go Tells his troubles take a hike and hit the road Takes a bad day and puts it in the rearview mirror Raises a cold one in his hand And his problems disappear Happy is the man that holds the beer Takes his worries pours them out and lets them go Tells his troubles take a hike and hit the road Takes a bad day and puts it in the rearview mirror Heart is full, can is empty His problems disappear Oh happy is the man that holds the beer Yeah happy is the man that holds the beer