| This old man and me, were at the bar and we Were having us some beers and swappin’I dont cares
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| Talking politics, blonde and redhead chicks
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| Old dogs and new tricks, and habits we aint kicked
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| We talked about Gods grace, and all the hell we raised
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| Then I heard the ol’man say
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| God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy
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| He said I fought two wars, been married and divorced
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| What brings you to Ohio, he said damned if I know
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| We talked an hour or two, bout every girl we knew
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| What all we put them through, like two old boys will do We pondered life and death, he lit a cigarette
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| Said these damn things will kill me yet
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| But God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy
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| Last call is two am, I said goodbye to him
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| I never talked to him again
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| Then one sunny day, I saw the old mans face
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| Front page obituary, he was a millionaree
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| He left his fortune to, some guy he barely knew
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| His kids were mad as hell, but me, Im doing well
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| And I dropped by today, to just say thanks and pray
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| And I left a six-pack right there on his grave
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| And i said, God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy
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| God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy
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| God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy |