Bryce Leatherwood – D-R-I-N-K-I-N-G Lyrics

D-R-I-N-K-I-N-G – Bryce Leatherwood Lyrics

Well, it's finally Friday, bills are paid

And I'm lead-foot heavy on this old Chevrolet

Heading straight down the road to a place that I know

Where the country's hot and the beer's ice cold

If you wanna find me, yeah, you know where I'll be

I'll be D-R-I-N-K-I-N-G

I'm gonna start a little party 'neath the neon light

Polish off a case of cool Miller Lites

Find a heartbreaker, take her out on the floor

Dizzy her around, have her begging for more

It's a genuine, bona fide guarantee

I'll be D-R-I-N-K-I-N-G

Yеah, baby

I might tip the band, might ride that bull

Might get it handеd to me in some eight-ball pool

Might wind up in a little bitty bar across town

Might not even make it back to my house

I don't know where I'm going, but I know I'll be

D-R-I-N-K-I-N-G

I'm gonna start a little party 'neath the neon light

Polish off a case of cool Miller Lites

Find a heartbreaker, take her out on the floor

Dizzy her around, have her begging for more

It's a genuine, bona fide guarantee

I'll be D-R-I-N-K-I-N-G (Come on)

Yeah, I'm gonna start a little party 'neath the neon light

Polish off a case of cool Miller Lites

Find a heartbreaker, take her out on the floor

Dizzy her around, have her begging for more

It's a genuine, bona fide guarantee

I'll be D-R-N-K-I-N-G

I meant D-R-I-K-I-N-G

I mean D-R-I-N-K-I-N-G

Yes, sir, woo