Hey! Whiskey burns me up, wine turns my teeth all red. Tequila makes me loco, champagne hurts my head. But let me tell ya
I'm a real big fan, of ice fishin' for them aluminum cans.

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger. Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll.
I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger, king of the grill and a short putt sinker,
I'm just a cold beer drinker.

Monday through 5 o' clock Friday I'm a hard workin' man. Responsible, kinda dull, head-down, stick to the plan. But all my
buddies know me better than that, get us all together and we start throwin' 'em back.

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger. Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll.
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I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger, king of the grill and a short putt sinker,
I'm just a cold beer drinker, I'm just a cold beer drinker.

As far as I'm concerned, it's the All-American way. Twist the top off, just to cap off the day, hey hey, hey hey, hey hey.

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger. Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack rarin' to go.
Don't you know I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger, king of the grill and a short
putt sinker, I'm just a cold beer drinker, I'm just a cold beer drinker, I'm just a cold beer drinker. Yeah.

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