If you see me walking down the line
With my favourite honky tonk in mind
Well, I'll be round around suppertime
With my can of bitter and a bunch of fine
Beer drinkers and Hell raisers
Little girl, baby, don't you wanna come with me?
Crowd gets flies when the band gets tight
Steel guitar flying through the night
I'm trying to cover up the corner right
'Cause everything's cool but it's tonight
Beer drinkers and Hell raisers
Little girl, baby, don't you wanna come with me?
See me dancing like a cat on hot tin
I'm never, never gonna give in
I'm counting on this straight to win
Whiskey ain't never been a sin
Beer drinkers, yeah, and Hell raisers
Little girl, baby, don't you wanna come with me?
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