Let The Whiskey Fall

It’s Friday night the bar is starting to thump Some s*xy Senorita is filling up my mug Big John Brandt he’s watching the floor He’ll buy you a drink and then he’ll pound two more Coyotes they are singing as they dance on the bar Bells start ringing as they fill up the jar Local boys are rowdy and they’re starting to howl Belly shots are firing, man, it burns going down Me and the band we came to have some fun And we wont’ stop playing till the last bottle’s done Let’s all get away, make life a holiday Drink Southern Comfort till the sun comes up Let’s all celebrate, last call will have to wait Hey bartender, let the whiskey fall When the clock hits twelve, drinks are two for one It’s a guaranteed good time for everyone Spending our paychecks chugging down long necks Raise a lot of hell, yeah, have a little fun Stepping on peanuts, checking out nice what I didn’t say it, but you know what I mean The bands still playing strong Everybody sing along Hotel California, Sweet Home Alabama Let’s all get away, make life a holiday Drink Southern Comfort till the sun comes up Let’s all celebrate Last call will have to wait Hey bartender, let the whiskey fall Don’t have to hop on a plane Or sail down to Montego Bay The party’s right here with me and the boys Let the whiskey fall, come on make some noise