That'll Make You Wanna Drink

That'll Make You Wanna Drink Smokey bar Mediocre band playin’ Old familiar songs, hit after hit Neon lights Cuttin’ through the smoke a new Minnesota Fats is chalkin’ up his stick Nine ball in the corner pocket, twenty dollars gone Two Bubba’s standin’ toe to toe about to get it on Chorus: 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 Repeat Chorus The reason I came in here is I screwed up real bad She’s made it mighty clear, she ain’t never comin’ back Repeat Chorus That’ll make you wanna drink