Drinkin’ Beer. Talkin’ God. Amen. Ringtones

Firewood crackle in the fall air "Red Dirt" playing on the radio Big Dipper hanging high up there Breathe in the Backwoods and let it go I ain't ever been the church goin' type Can't quote much past 3:16 Even though it's a Friday night Church found me Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, amen Killin' time, livin' life with some downhome friends When the world's gone crazy, man, it all makes sense Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, amen, amen Tell 'em boys Yeah, baby Gotta thank him for a little piece of dirt Little peace of mind from a cold one Got a country angel I don't deserve The kind that you never let go of I don't know what Heaven looks like No, I don't think anybody does If it's like down here up there tonight And there's folks like us Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, amen (talkin' God, amen) Killin' time, livin' life with some downhome friends (with some downhome friends) When the world's gone crazy, man, it all makes sense Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, amen, amen (talkin' God, amen) (Talkin' God, amen) I don't know what Heaven looks like And who the hell does? If it's like down here up there tonight There's folks like us Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, amen Killin' time, livin' life with some downhome friends Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, amen (talkin' God, amen) Killin' time, livin' life with some downhome friends (with some downhome friends) When the world's gone crazy, man, it all makes sense (man, it all makes sense) Sittin' here, drinkin' beer, talkin' God, amen, amen (talkin' God, amen) (Sittin' here, drinkin' beer) talkin' God, amen (Talkin' God, amen) we're sittin' here, drinkin' beer Talkin' God, amen

Yeah, you got a 24-pack and some plastic cups Blue pyramid of cans keeps stacking up And the forecast says I can't pass it up Cause it's going down, rain or shine Start calling all your buddies And tell 'em 'bout the party We started this morning round nine We gon' keep it going Aand cold ones a-flowing Yeah, we stay thirsty all the time It's always beer drinkin' weather round here We get it pouring like a storm out here Now, there ain't nothing better Whenever we're together It's beer drinkin' weather round here Grab a cold can, a keg or a longneck bottle Top it on off, drink it down to the bottom It's beer drinkin' weather round here (Ah yeah) Whether or not the backroads are bogged up And whether or not we can get to the bar We can park this old Chevy on the side of the road Start a party underneath the stars It's always beer drinkin' weather round here We get it pouring like a storm out here Now, there ain't nothing better Whenever we're together It's beer drinkin' weather round here Grab a cold can, a keg or a longneck bottle Top it on off, drink it down to the bottom It's beer drinkin' weather round here Grab a cold can, a keg or a longneck bottle Top it on off, drink it down to the bottom Ain't never a bad time to have us a good time It's beer drinking weather round here It's always beer drinkin' weather round here We get it pouring like a storm out here Now, there ain't nothing better Whenever we're together It's beer drinkin' weather round here Grab a cold can, a keg or a longneck bottle Top it on off, drink it down to the bottom It's beer drinkin' weather round here Beer drinkin' weather Beer drinkin' weather Beer drinkin' weather out here

I wasn't born for diggin' deep holes I'm not made for pavin' long roads I ain't cut out to climb high line poles But I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer I'm not the type to work in a bank I'm no good at slappin' on things Don't have a knack for makin' motors crank, no But I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer So hand me one more That's what I'm here for I'm built for having a ball I love the nightlife I love my Bud Light I like 'em cold and tall I ain't much for mowin' thick grass I'm too slow for workin' too fast I don't do windows, so honey don't ask But I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer A go getter, maybe I'm not I'm not known for doin' a lot But I do my best work when the weather's hot I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer So hand me one more That's what I'm here for I'm built for having a ball I love the nightlife I love my Bud Light I like 'em cold and tall I wasn't born for diggin' deep holes I'm not made for pavin' long roads I ain't cut out to climb high line poles But I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer Oh, hand me one more boys That's what I'm here for

A long time ago, way back in history, When all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea. Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops, And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops. He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, And to his praises we shall always sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer Tiddly beer beer beer. The Curtis bar, the James' Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well One thing you can be sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell So all ye lads a lasses at eleven O'clock ye stop For five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops 1 2 3 4 5 He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, And to his praises we shall always sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer Tiddly beer beer beer. A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick, The kind of lubrication to make your engine tick. 40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks. Its only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax, 1 2 3 4 5 He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, And to his praises we shall always sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer Tiddly beer beer beer. The Lord bless Charlie Mops!

A long time ago, way back in history, When all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea. Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops, And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops. He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, And to his praises we shall always sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer Tiddly beer beer beer. The Curtis bar, the James' Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well One thing you can be sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell So all ye lads a lasses at eleven O'clock ye stop For five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops 1 2 3 4 5 A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick, The kind of lubrication to make your engine tick. 40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks. Its only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax, 1 2 3 4 5 He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, And to his praises we shall always sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer Tiddly beer beer beer. The Lord bless Charlie Mops!