(Classic country duet — slow waltz time, steel and fiddle softly in the background)
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🎙️ [Spoken Intro – Him & Her, over gentle guitar picking]
Him: You know, honey, sometimes I think that old bar down the road understands me better than most folks do.
Her (smiling): Mm-hmm. That’s ‘cause that bar don’t talk back when you get to ramblin’.
Him: Well now, I reckon that’s true. But I’ll tell you one thing, darlin’ — that beer don’t judge me neither.
Her (laughs): Well, I can’t say much… my whiskey’s been a better listener than you some nights.
Him (chuckles): Then I guess we’re both guilty.
(music swells into first verse)
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[Verse 1 – Him]
I’ve made mistakes, I won’t deny,
Said a few things that made you cry,
But I ain’t one for holdin’ grudges,
So I’ll pour a beer ‘cause beer don’t judge it.
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[Verse 2 – Her]
You love that bar more than you should,
But Lord knows, it treats you good,
And while you’re sippin’, I’ll sip mine too,
‘Cause whiskey don’t judge what I’ve been through.
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[Chorus – Both, in harmony]
Beer don’t judge, and whiskey don’t lie,
They’ll never ask who, what, or why,
They don’t care who’s wrong or right,
They just help us make it through the night.
When the words run out and the hurt won’t budge,
Thank the Lord, beer don’t judge.
(Steel guitar solo – slow, weeping line)
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[Verse 3 – Him]
Now you know me, I run my mouth,
And sometimes, baby, I let you down,
But you come back, and that’s enough,
You know I love you — and beer don’t judge.
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[Verse 4 – Her]
Well, I ain’t perfect, never been,
I get mad and call you names again,
But I pour one up, and that’s my crutch,
‘Cause whiskey forgives, and beer don’t judge.
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[Chorus – Both]
Beer don’t judge, and whiskey don’t care,
They’ll be right here when nobody’s there,
They don’t talk back, they don’t complain,
Just wash away that foolish pain.
When the truth gets tough and we lose our touch,
Thank the Lord, beer don’t judge.
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[Bridge – Both, soft harmony]
Her: Maybe love’s a little like that, too...
Him: It don’t stay mad, it just pulls you through.
Both: So let’s raise a glass to what’s still true—
This old love, and me and you.
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[Final Chorus – Both, softly building to harmony close]
Beer don’t judge, and whiskey don’t lie,
They’ll see us through ‘til the day we die,
They don’t point fingers, they just pour peace,
And help two fools find sweet release.
When the night gets long and the heart needs love—
Thank the Lord... beer don’t judge.
(Steel guitar fades out, fiddle swells, soft drum brushes — long fade)
