That'll Make You Wanna Drink Lyrics

Smoky bar mediocre band playin'
Ole familiar songs hit after hit
Neon lights cuttin' through the smoke
A new Minnesota Fats is chalking up his stick
Nine ball in the corner pocket, twenty dollars gone
Two Bubba's standin' 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 hangin' 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
And she's made it mighty clear
She ain't never comin' 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