Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Me and My Boys, artist - The Lacs. Album song Country Boy's Paradise, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 09.06.2016
Record label: Average Joes Entertainment
Song language: English
Me and My Boys |
| Meet me on the bar top, hard shots |
| Nothin' less baby 'til we make this party start |
| We got nothin' else to do |
| Put the money in the jukebox, sad song |
| Nothin' wrong with it if you mix it all in with beer |
| Yeah, I’ve got a have a domestic brew |
| Get me on the dance floor, ten more shots, I’m on |
| And I’m gonna party 'til the early morn' |
| Turn the cell phone off, put them Lac boys on (Woo) |
| Ain’t nobody gonna go home |
| 'Cause me and my boys get drunk, 'til the sun comes up |
| And if I ain’t doin' that, hell, then I ain’t havin' fun |
| Talk a little, I shoot the Jack |
| Maybe call up miss Mary Jane |
| When the lady gets mad, I just tilt one back |
| And Me and my boys gon' drink |
| Me and my boys gon' drink |
| Me and my boys get drunk |
| Put my cup in the sky, on a cold river night |
| Just made some moonshine, taste that sweet apple pie |
| Got the bonfire blowin' in the back of the house |
| See there’s one way in, and one way out |
| 'Cause I’m a dirt road rider with some spiked up cider |
| Me and my boys 'bout to pull an all nighter |
| With the big loud speakers in the back of the truck |
| Gettin' loud, gettin' drunk, 'til sun comes up, hey! |
| 'Cause me and my boys get drunk, 'til the sun comes up |
| And if I ain’t doin' that, hell, then I ain’t havin' fun |
| Talk a little, I shoot the Jack |
| Maybe call up miss Mary Jane |
| When the lady gets mad, I just tilt one back |
| And Me and my boys gon' drink |
| Me and my boys gon' drink |
| Me and my boys get drunk |
| Just call me up, I’m headin' to town |
| If I’m comin', then I’m comin' to stay |
| Set 'em up, I knock 'em down |
| And knock it out the way |
| I’ve been drinkin' for years, straight tequila and beers |
| And through the laughter and tears, through the boos and the cheers |
| And man the man in the mirrors, and thought of callin' it quits |
| But I’m still finishin' my beers, he’s still raisin' his fists |
| I think I got too many sunrises under my belt |
| I act a fool just as soon as we get done with this here |
| I go to town like old Chesney, man I ain’t back yet |
| I’m blowin' doja from Texas to Georgia bit |
| I like to bust a fat chill, take a big swill |
| Got so drunk I can’t remember if I ate them pills |
| Aww damn, what is this bottle in my hand? |
| I’m just sayin', just woke up in my truck |
| And still not givin' a damn |
| Me and these Lacs ain’t even makin' up noise |
| Cans cracked, tilted back, stackin' stacks |
| Just as we’re tellin' these stories |
| And man I think I’m 'bout to run on my boys |
| Ridin' strong, grippin' hard, actin' fast, singin' songs |
| It’s just me and my boys |
| 'Cause me and my boys get drunk, 'til the sun comes up |
| And if I ain’t doin' that, hell, then I ain’t havin' fun |
| Talk a little, I shoot the Jack |
| Maybe call up miss Mary Jane |
| When the lady gets mad, I just tilt one back |
| And Me and my boys gon' drink |
| Me and my boys gon' drink |
| Me and my boys get drunk |