Swing First, Think Later

[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

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