LYRIC

If you see me walkin down the line
With my favrite honky tonk in mind,
Well, I'll be here around suppertime
With my can of dinner and a bunch of fine.

Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah.
Uh-huh-huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me?

The crowd gets loud when the band gets right,
Steel guitar cryin through the night.
Yeah, tryn to cover up the corner fight
But evrythings cool cause theys just tight.

Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah.
Huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me?
Ah, play it boy.

The joint was jumpin like a cat on hot tin.
Lord, I thought the floor was gonna give in.
Soundin a lot like a house congressional
Cause were experimental and professional.

Beer drinkers, hell raisers, yeah.
Well, baby, don't you wanna come with me?

– billy gibbons, dusty hill & frank beard

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