Cold Beer and Hotter Lies 𝔻𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣 & 𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕃𝕚𝕧𝕖 in Grodno

We backed the old Ford up to the fire pit glow, Cooler’s full of silver bullets, let the good times roll, Tommy brought the whiskey, Jake brought the bad ideas Somebody’s got a story ’bout a girl from last year Radio’s cranked to Haggard, then some Skynyrd too We’re spinnin’ yarns so tall they block the moon Raised on gravel roads and mama’s home-cookin’ grace Tonight we’re just a bunch of fools chasin’ one more taste Here’s to cold beer and hotter lies To broken hearts and alibis To Friday nights that bleed to next morning dawn We’ll raise ’em high till the fire’s gone One more round, boys, let’s make it loud Ain’t no tomorrow when we’re this proud Cold beer and hotter lies Yee-haw, pass another one, let’s fly! Billy swears he’s quittin’ Monday, we all just laugh and nod Cody’s three-deep already, talkin’ to the Lord We toast the ones who ain’t here, the ones who used to ride And the ones still stuck at home with a ball and chain inside Ain’t nobody judgin’ when the bottle’s in your hand We’re kings of nothin’ much, rulers of this land Tomorrow we’ll be sorry, heads poundin’ like a drum But right now we’re immortal… till the beer runs out, son Here’s to cold beer and hotter lies To broken hearts and alibis To Friday nights that bleed to next morning dawn We’ll raise ’em high till the fire’s gone Yeah… one more for the road, boys One more for the fight One more for the good Lord Who gave us that Friday night Cold beer and hotter lies! To broken hearts and alibis! One more round, boys, let’s make it loud Ain’t no tomorrow when we’re this proud! Cold beer… hotter lies… HELL YEAH!"