Backroad Barstool Rhythm

(woooh) Clocked out early on a Friday afternoon

Left all my troubles in the rearview soon Got a clean white

truck and a twenty dollar bill

Heading down the highway to the bar on the hill

Yeah the ice is in the bucket and the glasses are clean

Best crowd of people that you've ever seen (oh

yeah)

Pour another cold one,

turn the music up loud

We’re raising up a glass to this dusty old crowd With the

guitars ringing and the drums on time

We’re finding our heaven in a bottle of wine (yeehaw)

Old Jimmy’s laughing telling stories again

About the big catch back in ninety-nine And the jukebox is spinning

a familiar tune

We’re gonna keep on dancing under the moon

Pour another cold one,

turn the music up loud

We’re raising up a glass to this dusty old crowd With the

guitars ringing and the drums on time

We’re finding our heaven in a bottle of wine (woooh)

Yeah, just pour another cold one

(pour it up now)