Smokey bar, mediocre band playin' old familiar songs, hit after hit
Neon lights, cuttin' through the smoke a new Minnesota fats is
chalkin' up his stick
Nine ball in the corner pocket, twenty dollars gone
Two Bubba's standin' toe to toe a- bout to get it on
That'll make you wanna drink, say, what the heck
Turn up a cold one, throw down your paycheck
A room full of good times, laughter and pain
That'll make you wanna drink
That'll make you wanna drink
Country boy, out there on the dance floor with mud on his boots
He brought straight from the farm
Older man, gold chains around his neck and a pretty young thing hangin' on his arm
I bet he's got a couple of them little blue pills
She ain't gonna, but for drinks all night she'll make him think she will
That'll make you wanna drink, say, what the heck
Turn up a cold one, throw down your paycheck
A room full of good times, laughter and pain
That'll make you wanna drink
The reason I came in here is I screwed up real bad
She's made it mighty clear, she ain't never comin' back
That'll make you wanna drink, say, what the heck
Turn up a cold one, throw down your paycheck
A room full of good times, laughter and pain
That'll make you wanna drink
That'll make you wanna drink
That'll make you wanna drink