Drinking Side of Country - Bucky Covington, Shooter Jennings

We played down in the Bayou

In some old barn they turned into a bar

This pretty little red hair girl

Took our drummer to her car

They were getting hard and heavy

When someone hollered mister and said

«You ain’t from around here

Get your hands off my sister»

We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll

We roll down on the highway

On the drinking side of country

That’s the ramblers on the run

So we went up to Detroit and took some country to the city

Like some old hillbilly tourists

I guess we looked real silly

Cause they were laughing at us man

Till we tired out the band

Said, you hicks are pretty slick

So we jammed and then we split

We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll

We roll down on the highway

On the drinking side of country

That’s the ramblers on the run

Wooo

Oh ya

Haha

Look what’s coming over this way buddy

I’m out here

Brunette from Minnesota drinking

Jim Bean and Cola kept

Buying him round shots

She was trying to get me drunk

I said my heart don’t belong to me

I left it back in Tennessee

She said

«Your heart ain’t the part that I want

We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll

We roll down on the highway

On the drinking side of country

That’s the ramblers on the run

We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll

We roll down on the highway

On the drinking side of country

That’s the ramblers on the run

Oh no

I smell trouble

Just a second

I’ll be right back