[Intro — loose spoken delivery, close-mic, amused] Yeah... Another Friday night... Sun droppin' low. You know the drill. [Short instrumental pickup] [Verse 1 — relaxed, conversational, slightly gritty] Dust on the fenders, 4x4's parked tight Engine's still tickin' 'cause we drove it all night Got a cooler full of some local brew, colder than a well Headlights pointed at the sky, the bugs dancin' up a spell Ain't got no VIP section, ain't got no velvet rope Just a gravel road dance floor and a whole lotta hope [Pre-Chorus — gradually building, vocal pushes forward] The kind of night you call your boss, say you caught somethin' goin' 'round The only alarm we're settin' is the bass drum pound [Short full-band lift] [Chorus — big, rowdy, anthemic, gang vocals on title] Yeah, we're the Good Ol' Boys, makin' noise in the sticks Sippin' on the hard stuff, watchin' the fire sparks drift Got our hats on backwards and a buzz that won't quit Singin' "Pour Me a Drink" 'til the rooster throws a fit Crank it up loud, let that bass line drop Tonight we ain't stoppin', we're drinkin' 'til it's gone [Instrumental turnaround — electric guitar and pedal steel] [Verse 2 — punchy, playful, conversational] She pulled up in a rusted-out Ford, mud-caked side panels Said she only came for the party, no drama, no scandals We took an empty beer can and put it on a fence post Then shot it clean off, yeah, we made a hell of a toast To the work week done, to the money we just banked That kinda freedom can't be measured in a tank [Pre-Chorus — building harder, drums opening up] The kind of night you call your boss, say you caught somethin' goin' 'round The only alarm we're settin' is the bass drum pound [Short full-band stop] [Chorus — bigger, louder, gang vocals] Yeah, we're the Good Ol' Boys, makin' noise in the sticks Sippin' on the hard stuff, watchin' the fire sparks drift Got our hats on backwards and a buzz that won't quit Singin' "Pour Me a Drink" 'til the rooster throws a fit Crank it up loud, let that bass line drop Tonight we ain't stoppin', we're drinkin' 'til it's gone [Bridge — strip back, half-sung / half-spoken, swagger] The cops ain't comin', the neighbors are too far gone Just a whole lot of country boys partyin' till dawn We don't need a beach, don't need no fancy resort Give me a beat, give me a whiskey, and a tailgate for support [Build — snare rolls, rising guitars, vocal ad-libs] [Guitar Solo — southern-rock edge, gritty overdrive, melodic first then explosive] [Final Chorus — full blast, biggest vocal, gang-shout energy] Yeah, we're the Good Ol' Boys, makin' noise in the sticks Sippin' on the hard stuff, watchin' the fire sparks drift Got our hats on backwards and a buzz that won't quit Singin' "Pour Me a Drink" 'til the rooster throws a fit Crank it up loud, let that bass line drop Tonight we ain't stoppin', we're drinkin' 'til it's gone [Final instrumental hit] [Outro — instruments drop back, loose vocal, laughing delivery] Nah, we ain't stoppin'... Just good ol' boys, baby [Short pause] Let's drink [Truck door slam] [Rowdy laughter]
