Just who the hell do you think you are? I pay the light bill in this bar Hey, what you mean you're gonna cut me off? Just shut up and give me that beer I bought I got no idea who took my keys Or who put this lipstick on my cheek I know I might come off whiskey-bent You're probably thinkin' I'm three sheets to the wind
But I ain't as think as you drunk I am Don't pay no mind to this mountain of crushed-up cans No, I can't say my CBAs But I can sing you every song that jukebox plays And I know I can't stand or sit But if I was hammered could I dance like this? Might have a cold one in each hand But I ain't as think as you drunk I am
Honey, to be honest, I had me a few And I mighta danced with a cowgirl or two I might left my left boot at the bar You mighta seen me layin' out in the yard
But I ain't as think as you drunk I am Don't pay no mind to this mountain of crushed-up cans No, I can't say my CBAs But I can sing you еvery song that jukebox plays And I know I can't stand or sit But if I was hammerеd could I dance like this? Might have a cold one in each hand But I ain't as think as you drunk I am
Well, I mighta started drinkin' at noon But this honky tonk don't close 'til 2
And I ain't as think as you drunk I am Don't pay no mind to this mountain of crushed-up cans No, I can't say my CBAs But I can sing you every song that jukebox plays And I know I can't stand for shit But if I was wasted could I dance like this? Might have a cold one in each hand But I ain't as think as you drunk I am Might have a cold one in all three hands But I ain't as think as you drunk I am
May not be good as I once was But I'm as good once as I ever was
Compositores: Riley Green, Jessi Alexander, Erik Dylan, Wyatt McCubbin, Scotty Emerick & Toby Keith