Backroad Brews

It's been a long five days on the clock

Dust on my boots,

no time to stop

But there's a cold glass waiting down the road

Ready to lighten up this heavy load

So slide on over,

clear a space

There is a smile on every face

(oh yeah) Pour me a cold beer,

keep it right on tap

Let the world spin,

I'm off the map

Nothing heals a heart or clears the head

Like a tall golden draft and the words we said

(drink it down!)

Old wooden bar,

neon sign hums

Listening to the beat of local drums

We got stories to tell and friends to meet

With a cold amber glass right at our feet

Pour me a cold beer,

keep it right on tap

Let the world spin,

I'm off the map Nothing heals a heart or clears the head

Like a tall golden draft and the words we said (yeah,

drink it down!)

Just pour me one more... (ahhhh)