Chris Janson
Chris Janson - Back In My Drinkin' Days songtekst
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Yeah, that was me up there juking on the table Higher than Superman, thinking I was able End up in the back of a Mercury Sable Handcuffs sure sucked Cold beer flows like a spring from the foothills Popping them down like a handful of sugar pills Sun coming up ain't nothing but a buzzkill Bright lights, good night That was back in my drinkin' Back in my drinkin' Back in my drinkin' days Back in my drinkin' Back in my drinkin' Back in my drinkin' days Listen here now Yeah, GPC sells four for a dollar Lighting one cigarette off of another A little bit of doobie, I ain't talking about the brothers Uh oh y'all know Middle of the night, try to get a little loving Dude didn't like it, said, "Let me tell you something" Well, you fight a good fight when you ain't afraid of nothing One hit was worth it That was back in my drinkin' Back in my drinkin' Back in my drinkin' days Back in my drinkin' Back in my drinkin' Back in my drinkin' days Well, since then, the thick and thin Has taught this man a thing or two Thank God I lived to tell about it The stupid things that I used to do Yeah, well That was back in my drinkin' Back in my drinkin' Back in my drinkin' days Back in my drinkin' Back in my drinkin' Back in my drinkin' days