Fifty bucks ain't gonna cut it hoss
The tip jar didn't even cover the loss
From the gas to the motel much less get us home

My head's still throbbin' like a Waylon song
You fed us Pabst Blue Ribbon and a chilidog
I guess a man's word ain't worth nothin' back where you're from


'Cause everybody got drunk
And everybody got laid

They were singing all the words to my songs
We played five long sets
And everybody there stayed

Fork it over baby we'll be gone
But if you really want to try
To jack my cash this way

I'll introduce you to my .38
You better give me my money
Or there'll be hell to pay


You turned the shop back on
And the power blue I had to duck a Shiner bottle

Some redneck threw I sang Free Bird acapella
While you tried to get the breaker back on
Some chick was getting crazy in the bathroom stall

I had to pee so bad I nearly lost it all
Naw, it ain't my fault
You gotta wild $$# honkytonk


'Cause everybody got drunk
And everybody got stoned

They were yelling all the words to my songs
They were jerry-rigging lighters out of telephones
Still up and going when the kegs were gone

But if you really wanna try to jack my cash this way
You can tell it to my .38
You better give me my money

Or there'll be hell to pay

My ears are still ringin 'cause my mic was hot

Head spinning from the Jager shots
And I don told yall all I ain't goin back to jail
But these here blisters on my fingers say the show straight rocked

No they're grippin on the trigger and the hammer's @@#!ed
If I gotta get buck wild up in here I will


'Cause everybody got drunk
And everybody got laid
They were singing all the words to my songs

We played five long sets
And everybody there stayed
Fork it over baby we'll be gone

But if you really want to try
To jack my cash this way
I'll introduce you to my .38

You better give me my money
Or there'll be hell to pay