Альбом Luke Bryan

We've been gettin' beat up by this ol' life
seems all we got left is Friday and Saturday night
and sometimes Sunday if Monday is a holiday

I got a bunch of buddies I ain't seen in a while,
I got some good-time fun and hot dog buns in a stock pile
With some home brew, Malibu and Miller Lite
Girl put on that short little party dress
And make me a little bit jealous

It’s gunna be a wild weekend
been on the phone with all my friends
There’s a little spot in the river bend were the sun sits high

Along as the keg don’t float and the ice don’t melt
we’ll loosen up a notch on the Bible belt
Girl you can bet we’ll fall in love again and again and again
It’s gunna be a wild, wild, wild weekend

It's Friday afternoon and the countdowns on
cell phone's singin' that All My Rowdy Friends Are Comin' Over Tonight
bad to the bone ringtone, come on, come on, come on, baby let's get gone
It's bumper to bumper in the outbound, and we're already gettin' down

It’s gunna be a wild weekend
been on the phone with all my friends
There’s a little spot in the river bend were the sun sits high

Along as the keg don’t float and the ice don’t melt
we’ll loosen up a notch on the Bible belt
Girl you can bet we’ll fall in love again and again and again
It’s gunna be a wild, wild, wild weekend

aw put on the short little party dress
make me a little bit jealous
get me thinkin' goodness

It’s gunna be a wild weekend
Been on the phone with all my friends
There’s a little spot in the river bend were the sun sits high

Along as the keg don’t float and the ice don’t melt
we’ll loosen up a notch on the Bible belt
Girl you can bet we’ll fall in love again and again and again
It’s gunna be a wild, wild, wild weekend
It's gunna be a wild, wild, wild weekend

We been needing this for a long, long time
Ooo my baby sure is lookin' fine
What's up man? How ya'll been?
Throw me a ski rope.
Just Playin
Move it out boys come on’

Hey! Whiskey burns me up, wine turns my teeth all red. Tequila makes me loco, champagne hurts my head. But let me tell ya
I'm a real big fan, of ice fishin' for them aluminum cans.

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger. Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll.
I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger, king of the grill and a short putt sinker,
I'm just a cold beer drinker.

Monday through 5 o' clock Friday I'm a hard workin' man. Responsible, kinda dull, head-down, stick to the plan. But all my
buddies know me better than that, get us all together and we start throwin' 'em back.

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger. Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll.
I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger, king of the grill and a short putt sinker,
I'm just a cold beer drinker, I'm just a cold beer drinker.

As far as I'm concerned, it's the All-American way. Twist the top off, just to cap off the day, hey hey, hey hey, hey hey.

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger. Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack rarin' to go.
Don't you know I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger, king of the grill and a short
putt sinker, I'm just a cold beer drinker, I'm just a cold beer drinker, I'm just a cold beer drinker. Yeah.

Grabed my phone.
Rolled outta bed.
Went back through
All the texts I sent.
Half drunk beer
On my night stand,
And a red club stamp
On my right hand.
Tripped on my boots
Walkin' down the hall.
Chuggin' sink water.
Starin' at the wall.
Tryin' to put the pieces
Back together again.
Who did how,
What, where and when.

Oh, hell yeah.
My head hurts.
I got whiskey and lip gloss
On my new shirt.
All I know is, we went out
And done it up right.
I rode a bull,
Did a keg stand,
Shotgunned a beer can,
Jumped in and broke up a fight.
Now, it's Saturday mornin'.
I'm hungover,
But damn what Friday night.

I think I left my debit
Card at the bar.
Think I took the kiss
A little too far.
Who's that sleepin'
On my couch?
I gotta whole lotta drunk drama
Left to sort out.

Oh, hell yeah.
My head hurts.
I got whiskey and lip gloss
On my new shirt.
All I know is, we went out
And done it up right.
I was on stage with the band,
Holdin' up my beer can.
Everyone was losin' their mind.
Now, it's Saturday mornin'.
I'm hungover,
But damn what Friday night.
Oh.

Oh, hell yeah.
My head hurts.
Now, that I come to think about it
This ain't my shirt.
All I know is, I went out
And done it up right.
Got in a fight with my girlfriend,
Threw down my beer can,
And still had the time of my life.
Now, it's Saturday mornin'.
I'm hungover,
But damn what Friday night.

Yeah, it's Saturday mornin'.
I'm hungover,
But damn
What Friday night.

Man, what a Friday night.