Bad Day To Be A Cold Beer Songtext
von Chase Rice

This workin′ like a dog has got me dog-tired
Pushing twelve-hour days, pullin' all damn nighters
But come five o′clock I'm the hell out of here
Man, it's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer, yeah

Thank God for the end of the week, hallelujah
For some hell-bent people wanna burn right through
Couple kegs in the back, let′s tap ′em into gear
Man, it's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer

Line ′em up, up
Throw 'em down, down
Nah, we don′t need much, just another damn round
Man, it's abracadabra, they all disappear
It′s a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer, yeah

Guess Megan's single again, 'cause her and her friends
They swinging like a wrecking ball when they came in
Drinkin′ so loud the whole bar could hear
Man, it′s a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer


Line 'em up, up
Throw ′em down, down
Nah, we don't need much, just another damn round
Man, it′s abracadabra, they all disappear
It's a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer

I got ′em in the crosshairs like an old Red Ryder
When it comes to a pop top, it's "Ready! Aim! Fire!"
Crack a can, that's some damn music to my ears
It′s a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer

Line ′em up, up
Throw 'em down, down
Nah, we don′t need much, just another damn round
Man, it's abracadabra, they all disappear
It′s a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer

Line 'em up, up
Throw ′em down, down
Nah, we don't need much, just another damn round
Man, it's abracadabra, they all disappear
It′s a bad, bad day to be a cold, cold beer