Party Till the Money’s All Gone Songtext
von Adam Brand

Well, she cleaned out my house, lock, stock and barrel
And never even kissed me goodbye
She took my dog, my horse, my boots and my saddle
So friend, if you′re wondering why

I'm gonna sit right here and drink cold beer
Sure as hell ain′t going home
Till they give last call for alcohol
We'll party till the money's all gone

I got a letter from her big shot lawyers
Saying they weren′t through with me yet
They want the entire amount in my bank account
I get to keep what′s left

I'm gonna sit right here and drink cold beer
Sure as hell ain′t going home
Until they give last call for alcohol
We'll party till the money′s all gone


There's gonna be nothing left
Not a zip, not a cent

I don′t care, it don't matter
We'll just have a good time
Cause she′s gonna choke
When she sees I′m flat broke
'Cause I′m spendin' every last dime
It′s all gone and all mine

I'm gonna sit right here and drink cold beer
Sure as hell ain′t going home
Until they give last call for alcohol
We'll party till the money's all gone

I′m gonna sit right here and drink cold beer
Sure as hell ain′t going home
Until they give last call for alcohol
We'll party till the money′s all gone

We're gonna party till the money′s all gone, yeah
Aaw, I'm sorry baby, there′s nothing left!
Oh, hang on