Lyrics Cold Beer Drinker - Luke Bryan

Cold Beer Drinker

Hey!
Whiskey burns me up, wine turns my teeth all red
Tequila makes me loco, champagne hurts my head
But let me tell you I’m a real big fan, of ice fishing for them aluminum cans
I’m just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger
Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll
I’m a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger
King of the grill and a short putt sinker
I’m just a cold beer drinker
Monday through 5 o' clock Friday I’m a hardworking man
Responsible, kind of dull, head-down, stick to the plan
But all my buddies know me better than that, get us all together and we start
throwing them back
I’m just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger
Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll
I’m a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger
King of the grill and a short putt sinker
I’m just a cold beer drinker, I’m just a cold beer drinker
As far as I’m concerned, it’s the All-American way
Twist the top off, just to cap off the day, hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
I’m just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger
Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack raring to go
Don’t you know I’m a killer karaoke country singer
Top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger, king of the grill and a short putt
sinker
I’m just a cold beer drinker, I’m just a cold beer drinker, I’m just a cold
beer drinker.
Yeah