Verse 1
Friday night, neon sign buzzin’ low,
Pickup trucks lined up by the road,
Jukebox plays that old Merle tune,
Smells like smoke and cheap perfume.
Boots on the floor, dust in the air,
She’s got a smile says she don’t care,
Bartender slides me one more round,
Feels like home in this small-town sound.
Chorus
It’s whiskey burnin’ down my throat,
Cold beer keepin’ my heart afloat,
Girls in denim, long brown curls,
Laughin’ loud at this crazy world.
No big dreams, no fancy thrills,
Just livin’ fast on time we kill,
Yeah, it’s whiskey, beer, and small-town girls.
Verse 2
She said, “Boy, you stay out too late,”
I said, “Girl, that’s just my fate,”
We talked about nothin’, laughed at scars,
Counted sins under barroom stars.
One dance turned into two or three,
She stole my hat, I stole her drink from me,
Moonlight hangin’ over Main,
Every night feels almost the same.
Chorus
With whiskey burnin’ down my throat,
Cold beer keepin’ my heart afloat,
Girls in denim, long brown curls,
Laughin’ loud at this crazy world.
No promises, no high-heels twirls,
Just barstools, dreams, and reckless words,
Yeah, it’s whiskey, beer, and small-town girls.
Bridge
Mama says, “Son, slow it down,”
But youth don’t listen in this town,
We ain’t lost, we just don’t care,
Livin’ life like it’s always fair.
Chorus (bigger)
It’s whiskey burnin’ down my throat,
Cold beer keepin’ my heart afloat,
Girls who dance like tomorrow’s gone,
Singin’ loud to every song.
If this life ever crashes and swirls,
I’ll remember nights like these for sure,
Just whiskey, beer, and small-town girls.
Outro
Sunrise finds me tired and clear,
Empty glass, last warm beer,
Same old world, same old thrills…
Whiskey, beer, and the girls still here.
Steven30
