So, you think you like beer

You have to respect a man who knows where he stands, or in this case, where he will lay.
 
There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my red necks, white socks and blue ribbon beer
The bar-maid is mad 'cause some guy made a pass
The juke box is playin' there stands the glass
And the cig-a-rette smoke kind-a hangs in the air
Red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer

A cow-boy is cus-sin' the pin-ball ma-chine
A drunk at the bar is get-tin' nois-y and mean
And, some guy on the phone says i'll be home soon dear
Red-necks white socks and blue rib-bon beer

No we don't fit in with that white col-lar crowd
We're a lit-tle too row-dy and a little too loud
There's no place that I'd rath-er be than right here
With my red-necks white socks and blue rib-bon beer

The sem-is are pass-ing on the high-way out-side
The four thir-ty crowd is a-bout to ar-rive
The sun's go-in' down and we'll all soon be here
Red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer

There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer
 
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