Just who the hell do you think you are? I pay the light bill in this bar
Hey, what you mean you're gonna cut me off? Just shut up and give me that beer I bought
I got no idea who took my keys Or who put this lipstick on my cheek
I know I might come off whiskey-bent You're probably thinkin' I'm three sheets to the wind
* But I ain't as think as you drunk I am Don't pay no mind to this mountain of crushed-up cans
No, I can't say my CBAs But I can sing you every song that jukebox plays
And I know I can't stand or sit But if I was hammered, could I dance like this?
Might have a cold one in each hand But I ain't as think as you drunk I am
Honey, to be honest, I had me a few And I mighta danced with a cowgirl or two
I might left my left boot at the bar you might see me laying out in the yard
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Well, I mighta started drinkin' at noon But this honky tonk don't close 'til 2
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May not be good as I once was But I'm as good once as I ever was
