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