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 about

to get it on

Chorus:

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


Repeat Chorus


The reason I came in here is I screwed
up real bad
She's made it mighty clear, she ain't never

comin' back

Repeat Chorus


That'll make you wanna drink