Cold Beer Front Porch

(one, two, three,

four)

Five long days on a factory floor

Sweated out the worry till I couldn't no more

Now the whistle's blowing and the gate is open wide

Leaving all that heavy dust behind (yeah)

Put the bad times in the rearview mirror

Tonight the road is looking

a whole lot clearer

We got cold cans cooling in the tailgate shade

Getting over all the promises she made

Just a blue-collar crowd under Friday skies

Washing off the week and watching smoke rise (oh-oh-oh)

There's a circle of trucks

in a grassy pasture field

Headlights cutting through the dust we yield

I was down in the dark for a month or two

But a cold can of therapy is pulling me through

(turn it up)

We got cold cans cooling in the tailgate shade

Getting over all the promises she made

Just a blue-collar crowd under Friday skies

Washing off the week and watching smoke rise

(oh yeah)

Watching that smoke rise (mmmmm)

Ice in the chest,

letting go of the rest