Текст Butcher Babies – Beer Drinkers And Hell Raisers

Beer drinkers, hell raisers
Beer drinkers, hell raisers
Beer drinkers, hell raisers
Beer drinkers, hell raisers

If you see me walkin’ down the line
with my fav’rite honky tonk in mind,
well, I’ll be here around suppertime
with my can of dinner and a bunch of fine.

Yeah
Oh, yeah

Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah.
Don’t you wanna come with me?

Beer drinkers, hell raisers
Beer drinkers, hell raisers

The crowd gets loud when the band gets right,
steel guitar cryin’ through the night.
Yeah, try’n to cover up the corner fight
but ev’rything cool ’cause they’s just tight.

Yeah
Oh, yeah

Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah.
Don’t you wanna come with me?

Beer drinkers, hell raisers
Beer drinkers, hell raisers

Beer drinkers, hell raisers
Beer drinkers, hell raisers
Beer drinkers, hell raisers
Beer drinkers, hell raisers
Beer drinkers, hell raisers
Beer drinkers, hell raisers

Beer drinkers, hell raisers
Beer drinkers, hell raisers
Beer drinkers, hell raisers
Beer drinkers, hell raisers
Beer drinkers, hell raisers
Beer drinkers, hell raisers
Beer drinkers, hell raisers
Beer drinkers, hell raisers
Beer drinkers, hell raisers