Goes Good With Beer
(Casey Beathard/Ed Hill)
Flat tire on the interstate;
Too many nights of workin' too late
Had a run in with an old memory
No, it ain't been the best of weeks
But it goes good with beer and the Friday night atmosphere
Of this cross-town bar where the cars all get steered to
And it goes hand-and-hand with my crazy buddies and this three-piece band,
And the pretty girls and the games we play, and the smoke and mirrors:
Yeah, troubles come, but they go good with beer
Yeah, it does, yeah
Bring all your debts and all your bills;
Load up your mountains and your molehills
Come as you ain't or as you are,
An' don't forget that broken heart,
Oh, it goes good with beer and the Friday night atmosphere
Of this cross-town bar where the cars all get steered to
And it goes hand-and-hand with my crazy buddies and this three-piece band,
An' the pretty girls and the games we play, and the smoke and mirrors:
Yeah, troubles come, but they go good with beer
Yee haw, oh, yeah
Bring all those stories you can share
Just like the peanuts and the pretzels on the table there
Yeah, it all goes good with beer and the Friday night atmosphere,
And the pretty girls and the games we play, and the smoke and mirrors:
Yeah, troubles come, but they go
Good with beer and the Friday night atmosphere,
Of this cross-town bar where the cars all get steered to
And they go hand-and-hand with my crazy buddies and this three-piece band,
An' the pretty girls and the games we play, and the smoke and mirrors
Yeah, it all goes good with beer and the Friday night atmosphere,
Of this cross-town bar where the cars all get steered to
And it goes hand-and-hand with my crazy buddies and this ten-piece band,
An' the pretty girls and the games we play, and the smoke and mirrors:
Yeah, troubles come, but they go good with beer
Pass me them peanuts brother
Shhhhhhh