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Crackin’ Cold Ones With The Boys

de Luke Bryan

Hey! Whiskey burns me up, wine turns my teeth all red. Tequila makes me loco, champagne hurts my head. But let me tell ya
I'm a real big fan, of ice fishin' for them aluminum cans.

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger. Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll.
I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger, king of the grill and a short putt sinker,
I'm just a cold beer drinker.

Monday through 5 o' clock Friday I'm a hard workin' man. Responsible, kinda dull, head-down, stick to the plan. But all my
buddies know me better than that, get us all together and we start throwin' 'em back.

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger. Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll.
I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger, king of the grill and a short putt sinker,
I'm just a cold beer drinker, I'm just a cold beer drinker.

As far as I'm concerned, it's the All-American way. Twist the top off, just to cap off the day, hey hey, hey hey, hey hey.

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger. Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack rarin' to go.
Don't you know I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger, king of the grill and a short
putt sinker, I'm just a cold beer drinker, I'm just a cold beer drinker, I'm just a cold beer drinker. Yeah.

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