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Lyrics
Spoken)
“People always ask us how we made it in country music…”
(laugh)
“Truth is… we’re still trying to figure that out ourselves.”
(Verse 1)
I got off work late again today
But it didn’t change my plans
I had a show down at Rollie’s Bar
And I still had to pick up the band
When I got there they were all drunk
They’d been drinking all afternoon
Carl Wayne couldn’t find his guitar
And Donnie couldn’t carry a tune
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(Verse 2)
We got to the bar with no time to spare
We had to set up quick
Somebody loaned Carl Wayne a guitar
But Allen forgot his drumsticks
The owner had a pair in his office
That was signed by Tommy Lee
Allen said, “No, I can’t use those…
I’d hate to break his legacy.”
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(Pre-Chorus)
Through trials and tribulations
We somehow made it big
One drunk show after another
But we never missed a gig
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(Chorus)
We got drunk, we got loud
Somehow we still drew a crowd
Every night was hit or miss
Lord knows we got lucky with this
We never claimed to be the best you’d ever see
But every dive bar made a believer outta me
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(Verse 3)
Halfway through the show
I was the drunkest in the band
I couldn’t keep my balance
And I knocked over the mic stand
Dennis started laughing
Ralph forgot the words again
Allen counted off the wrong song twice
And somehow… the crowd joined in
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(Pre-Chorus)
Through trials and tribulations
We somehow made it big
One drunk show after another
But we never missed a gig
⸻
(Chorus)
We got drunk, we got loud
Somehow we still drew a crowd
Every night was hit or miss
Lord knows we got lucky with this
We never claimed to be the best you’d ever see
But every dive bar made a believer outta me
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(Bridge)
Looking back it’s funny now
We don’t know how we survived
Burned up engines, busted trailers
Twenty bucks kept us alive
We never had a backup plan
Just another Friday night
Funny how a bunch of screw-ups
Somehow got it right
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(Final Chorus)
We got drunk, we got loud
Somehow we still drew a crowd
Missing strings and busted mics
We still played bars every Friday night
Every town became another memory
We weren’t polished, we weren’t pretty
We were everything country music shouldn’t be…
And somehow… that’s exactly what made us country.
Details
GeneratedJul 17, 2026
Duration3:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
Modern honky-tonk country, gritty male vocal, Telecaster, fiddle, piano, rowdy bar-band energy.
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