Chris Young
Chris Young - Who's Gonna Take Me Home lyrics
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Bartender's sitting them shots on the bar Those last two Eagar bombs hit me hard My best friend left and took the keys to my car Who's gonna take me home? That dad gun Jimmy, he took me out back Pulled a Marlboro cigarette out of his cap Now I remember why I quit all that Who's gonna take me home? Well, I can't drive, I can't walk And I'm a little too high to crawl I'll hold up this wall 'Til I come down or the room stops spinning Gonna stand right here and chill out for a minute Standing in the men's room waiting on a stall Lean my head up against the cool concrete wall Hey, there's a few numbers I guess I could call Who's gonna take me home? Where's my cell phone? Well, I can't drive, I can't walk And I'm a little too high to crawl I'll hold up this wall 'Til I come down or the room stops spinning Gonna stand right, oh, wait just a minute Twelve little hotties crammed in a back booth With a Bachelorette all drinking Vermouth Lucky for me there's just enough room Well, hello girls, next round's on me Toast a few drinks to the bride to be Close the town down and then we'll see Who's gonna take me home? Yeah, who's gonna take me home? Yeah, who's gonna take me home? I can't drive, I can't walk I'm too high to crawl Who's gonna take me home? Great day man You think, we're done, closing down this bar You coulda give me right on Alright, brother