That’ll Make You Wanna Drink – Easton Corbin – letras

Smokey barMediocre band playin’Old familiar songs, hit after hitNeon lightsCuttin’ through the smoke a new minnesotaFats is chalkin’ up his stickNine ball in the corner pocket,Twenty dollars goneTwo bubba’s standin’ toe to toe aboutTo get it onThat’ll make you wanna drinkSay, what the heckTurn up a cold oneThrow down your paycheckA room full of good times, laughter and painThat’ll make you wanna drinkThat’ll make you wanna drinkCountry boyOut there on the dance floor with mudOn his bootsHe brought straight from the farmOlder manGold chains around his neck and a prettyYoung thing hangin’ on his armI bet he’s got a couple of them little blue pillsShe ain’t gonna, but for drinks all night she’llMake him think she willThe reason I came in here is I screwedUp real badShe’s made it mighty clear, she ain’t neverComin’ backThat’ll make you wanna drink