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And if you see me walking down the line With my favorite honky tonk in mind Well, I'll be here around supper time With my can of dinner and a bunch of wine Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yea Uh huh huh, baby, don't you want to come with me? And the crowd gets loud when the band gets right Steel guitar crying through the night Yea, trying to cover up the corner fight But everything's cool because they just tight Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yea Huh, baby, don't you want to come with me? Aah, play it boy The joint was jumping like a cat on hot tin Lord, I thought the floor was gonna give in Sounding a lot like they got House Congressional Because we're experimental and professional Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yea Well, baby, don't you want to come with me? Aus Songtexte Mania