Текст Walker Hayes – Beer In The Fridge

I ran into your mom at church
She said I’ve been praying for you
Guess now that you’ve moved on
She ain’t mad at me no more

There’s a beer in the fridge, last of 12
Sole survivor of my last all-nighter
In the back of the bottom shelf
It’s gonna be there in the morning
Even though you won’t
You’re the reason I quit drinking
And the reason I wanna get drunk

I still look out for the cops when I’m driving around town
And I’m still not quite sure what to do with my hands in a crowd
There’s a lot I can’t remember and a lot I can’t forget
One silver bullet in the chamber and I’m playing Russian Roulette

With that beer in the fridge, last of 12
Sole survivor of my last all-nighter
In the back of the bottom shelf
It’s gonna be there in the morning
Even though you won’t
You’re the reason I quit drinking
And the reason I wanna get drunk

I don’t know why I keep it, I should probably pour it out
Guess I’ve got to live without you now
Cause I couldn’t live without

That beer in the fridge, last of 12
Sole survivor of my last all-nighter