If you see me walkin' down the line
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with my fav'rite honky tonk in mind,
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well, I'll be here around suppertime
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with my can of dinner and a bunch of fine.
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Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah.
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Uh-huh-huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me?
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The crowd gets loud when the band gets right,
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steel guitar cryin' through the night.
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Yeah, try'n to cover up the corner fight
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but ev'rything's cool 'cause bass is tight.
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Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah.
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Huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me?
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Ah, play it boy.
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The joint was jumpin' like a cat on hot tin.
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Lord, I thought the floor was gonna give in.
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Soundin' a lot like a House Congressional
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'cause we're experimental and professional.
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Beer drinkers, hell raisers, yeah.
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Well, baby, don't you wanna come with me?
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- Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard
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