Radio crackle on a two-lane drive
Dust on my boots, Friday night
She talked all week, I nodded along
But my patience ran out with the last sad song
Saw the glow of a roadside sign
Said “Cold Beer • Music • Closing Time”
That’s the kind of therapy I’m after
Less explainin’, more laughter
[Chorus]
Less talk, more boots on wood
More cold beer like it oughta be good
Turn that fiddle up, let the steel guitar cry
If you feel it, don’t analyze
Pull me close, don’t ask my name
This ain’t the place for thinkin’ straight
No hesitation, no overreaction
Little less talk, lot more action
[Verse 2]
Barstool preacher on his third regret
Told me how he’d do it different yet
I tipped my hat, let him ramble on
I was locked in on a red dress gone
She caught my eye mid two-step spin
Said “You dance or you just stand grinnin’?”
I said “Ma’am, I ain’t much for askin’—
I’m more of a get-to-it kinda man”
[Chorus]
Less talk, more boots on wood
More cold beer like it oughta be good
Turn that fiddle up, let the steel guitar cry
If you feel it, don’t analyze
Pull me close, don’t ask my name
This ain’t the place for thinkin’ straight
No hesitation, no overreaction
Little less talk, lot more action
[Bridge]
Clock on the wall don’t mean a thing
When the band’s playin’ Waylon and Haggard sings
If you got somethin’ you wanna do
Now’s the time, girl — don’t think it through
[Breakdown]
Hey bartender — one more round
Kick the sawdust off the ground
Hands up, hearts distracted
No words now — more action
[Final Chorus]
Less talk, more pull-me-near
More cheap shots and bad ideas
Let the night fall where it may
Tomorrow can worry about today
If you’re ready, I’m already packed in
This ain’t romance, it’s instinct
No conversation, just satisfaction
Little less talk…
Lot more action
[Outro]
Sun’ll rise, heads’ll ache
But that’s a fair trade we’re willin’ to make
Till then, don’t overthink traction—
Less talk…
More action.
