Lyrics Here's to Me and You - Kevin Fowler, Anamul House

Here's to Me and You

Got a week’s work of dirt on my collar
Done cash but check
Got a couple hundred dollars
Burnin' a hole in my blue jeans
I Wanna go somewhere where the music’s loud
Wanna rub elbows with the party crowd
Make a toast to folks just like me
Here’s to the girls all prettied up
Them good ole boys tryin' to pick 'em up
Love makin' beneath the big old moon
Here’s to the beers, gonna get drunk
Dirt roads, guitars and pick ups
Friday nights, and acting the fool
Yeah, here’s to everybody keepin' it country
Here’s to me and you
Let’s raise a glass to all the hillbillies,
Cowboys, rednecks and long-haired hippies,
Old grandpas rockin' on the front porch swing
I wanna tip my hat to the farmin' man
Who stays half-broke still breaks the land
And Uncle Sam and all the soldiers fighting for you and me
Livin' like there’s no tomorrow
Never lookin' back on yesterday
We got good friends, good times,
That’s all we need anyway