Easton Corbin - That'll Make You Wanna Drink Lyrics
Smoky bar mediocre band playin'Ole familiar songs hit after hitNeon lights cuttin' through the smokeA new Minnesota Fats is chalking up his stickNine ball in the corner pocket, twenty dollars goneTwo Bubba's standin' toe to toeAbout to get it onThat'll make you wanna drink, say, "What the heck"Turn up a cold one, throw down your paycheckA room full of good times, laughter, and painThat'll make you wanna drinkThat'll make you wanna drinkCountry boy out there on the dance floorWith mud on his boots he brought straight from the farmOlder man, gold chains around his neckAnd a pretty young thing hangin' on his armI bet he's got a couple of them little blue pillsShe ain't gonna, but for drinks all night,She'll make him think she willThat'll make you wanna drink, say, "What the heck"Turn up a cold one, throw down your paycheckA room full of good times, laughter and painThat'll make you wanna drinkThat'll make you wanna drinkThe reason I came in hereIs I screwed up real badAnd she's made it mighty clearShe ain't never comin' backThat'll make you wanna drink, say, "What the heck"Turn up a cold one, throw down your paycheckA room full of good times, laughter, and painThat'll make you wanna drinkThat'll make you wanna drinkThat'll make you wanna drink
