

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Last call buzzin’ in a neon haze I was mindin’ my beer and my bad old days When some loudmouth cowboy bumped my stool Spilled my drink Called me a fool [Chorus] Swing first Think later That’s what my buddies always say When the bar lights blur and the fists get braver We ain’t backing down today If I go down They go down too That’s just what this drunk old family do Swing first Think later We’ll sort it out on Sunday [Verse 2] He shoved my shoulder Said “you wanna go?” I saw red My temper stole the show Then I heard Jake shout “he’s with me” And every friend I had stood up from their seat [Chorus] Swing first Think later That’s what my buddies always say When the bar lights blur and the fists get braver We ain’t backing down today If I go down They go down too That’s just what this drunk old family do Swing first Think later We’ll sort it out on Sunday [Bridge] Chairs slid back Boots hit the floor (hey!) Tom hit the big guy I hit the door (bounced right back) with a busted lip grin Bartender yellin’ But we’re already in [Chorus] Swing first Think later That’s what my buddies always say When the bar lights blur and the fists get braver We ain’t backing down today If I go down They go down too Blood on our shirts But we’ll laugh it off by noon Swing first Think later We’ll pray it off on Sunday
Tags
rock, Gritty country-rock with overdriven Telecaster riffs, live kit, and a steady barroom stomp. Verses stay tight and story-driven with low harmonies and clean guitar; chorus kicks in with gang vocals, crash-heavy drums, and a big, shout-along hook. Middle section leans into a bluesy guitar lick under a half-time feel before the final chorus barrels back full force. Male vocals, raspy and rowdy., country rock
2:54
No
2/21/2026