Good Ole Boy Drinkin' Game

[good4somethingbum]

Good Ole Boy Drinkin’ GameWe were drinkin’ a six, and watchin’ some flickWhere the hero smacks fifty bad guys downWe tipped up our cans, laughed and clapped our handsWhen his revolver fired twenty roundsHe could fly fighter jets, break bones but not a sweatSave the day and always get the girlThen we started to think, we oughtta take a drinkBased on what happens in our own worldThe good ole boy drinkin’ gameWe’re all winners, there ain’t no shameIf your bear rug has a beer stainIf your whiskey’s made of corn and rainDrink up till it goes down the drainGreen as tennis balls From all that alchoholLet the bathroom be the hall of fameFor the good ole boy drinkin’ gameDoes your mother-in-law, dip snuff in ArkansasThen Mister…you’ve missed a big old chugDo you have a burn scar, from deep fryin’ Snickers barsThen Buddy, pop open one more BudIf the critter you trapped, made a warm winter capAnd spiced up Mama’s tater stewHop in your beat up truck, chip in five or ten bucksCos Mister a six-pack just won’t doFor the good ole boy drinkin’ gameWe’re all losers, there ain’t no shameIf your bear rug has a beer stainIf your whiskey’s made of corn and rainDrink up till it goes down the drainGreen as tennis ballsFrom all that alchoholLet the bathroom be the hall of fameFor the good ole boy drinkin’ gameRepeat ch…©2007 Robert George