Smokey bar
Mediocre band playing old familiar songs, hit after hit
Neon lights
Cutting through the smoke a new Minnesota, fats is chalking up his stick
Nine ball in the corner pocket, twenty dollars gone
Two Bubba's standing toe to toe about to get it on

That'll make you wanna drink
Say, what the heck
Turn up a cold one
Throw down your paycheck
A room full of good times, laughter and pain
That'll make you wanna drink
That'll make you wanna drink

Country boy
Out there on the dance floor with mud on his boots he brought straight from the farm
Older man
Gold chains around his neck and a pretty young thing hanging on his arm
I bet he's got a couple of them little blue pills
She ain't gonna, but for drinks all night she'll make him think she will

That'll make you wanna drink
Say, what the heck
Turn up a cold one
Throw down your paycheck
A room full of good times, laughter and pain
That'll make you wanna drink
That'll make you wanna drink

The reason I came in here is I screwed up real bad
She's made it mighty clear, she ain't never coming back

That'll make you wanna drink
Say, what the heck
Turn up a cold one
Throw down your paycheck
A room full of good times, laughter and pain
That'll make you wanna drink
That'll make you wanna drink
That'll make you wanna drink