Half Past Beer O’clock

(acoustic guitar strumming, slow build,

foot stomping rhythm)

The sun’s sinkin’ low

behind the pines,

Worked these hands from nine to five.

Dust on my boots,

sweat on my shirt,

A little peace is what I’m worth.

The grill’s fired up,

friends roll in, Another good night’s about to begin.

It’s half past cold beer o’clock,

Ice in the cooler,

don’t stop. Tailgate down and the speakers on,

We’ll sing along ‘til the night’s long gone.

No worries here, just good friends around,

Laughin’ loud in this little hometown.

When the whistle blows and the workday’s done,

It’s half past cold beer o’clock,

everyone.

(yeah, yeah)

Fireflies dancing

in the summer air,

Country songs drifting

everywhere.

Stars come out, the moon shines bright,

Wouldn’t trade this simple life.

Tomorrow’s coming, I know that’s true,

But tonight belongs to me and you.

(ohhh yeah)

It’s half past cold beer o’clock,

Raise ‘em high, let the good times rock.

Here’s to the folks who work all day,

Finding joy in the simple way.

Under these stars where memories grow,

This is the only life I know.

So if you’re looking for where I’ll be,

It’s half past cold beer o’clock with me.

(let's go!) (guitar picking fading out with foot stomping rhythm)