Ya ever feel like you're standing in glue Going nowhere, yeah man, me too Busting your butt just trying to get ahead Wind up tasting a little dust instead Buddy, I swear that pretty thing of mine Don't ask for much but I'd be lyin' If I said, I didn't want to give her everything that shines Cold beer conversations Just a couple old boys, a little time well wasted Trying to figure out life Trying to figure out girls Trying to find our place in this crazy old world A little truth, a little frustration Cold beer conversation Man, don't you miss those Friday night lights? Wouldn't you like to bust through that paper one more time? Brother, my folks are gettin' up there in years Momma still thinks the devil's in here Now tell me buddy, don't you ever wish We could work a little less, catch a few more fish? Yeah, maybe one day when we both strike it rich Cold beer conversations Just a couple old boys, a little time well wasted Trying to figure out life Trying to figure out girls Trying to find our place in this crazy old world A little truth, a little frustration Cold beer conversation We could sit here all night trying to make it make sense A little buzz is probably all we're gonna get But that's alright Cold beer conversations Just a couple old boys, a little time well wasted Trying to figure out life Trying to figure out girls Trying to find our place in this crazy old world A little truth, a little frustration It's just us man, go on and say it Cold beer conversation

Our eyes have been locked in, Since both of us walked in, Baby I aint fightin it cause truth is I'm kinda likin it, We came from different zip codes, We're here in the same boat, Guess its true that opposites attract cause this flame is about hot as it gets, You're a little more high rise, I'm a little more headlights, Your a downtown taxi cab and I'm a tailgate dropping on a friday night, You grew up on asphalt, I grew up on red dirt, You're high heels and a black dress and I'm blue levi's and an old t-shirt, You're a little more out there, I'm a little more out here, You're a little more red wine, I'm a little more cold beer, My mama's gonna love you, Your daddy might hate me, We got somethin we can't lose even if they called us crazy, You're a little more high rise, I'm a little more headlights, Your a downtown taxi cab and I'm a tailgate dropping on a friday night, You grew up on asphalt, I grew up on red dirt, You're high heels and a black dress and I'm blue levi's and an old t-shirt, You're a little more out there, I'm a little more out here, You're a little more red wine, I'm a little more cold beer, You like that hip hop, I like that country station, But I'll dance with you all night long it don't matter what songs playin, You're a little more high rise, I'm a little more headlights, Your a downtown taxi cab and I'm a tailgate dropping on a friday night, You grew up on asphalt, I grew up on red dirt, You're high heels and a black dress and I'm blue levi's and an old t-shirt, You're a little more out there, I'm a little more out here, You're a little more red wine, I'm a little more cold beer, You like that hip hop, I like that country station, Yeah I'm a little more cold beer You like that hip hop, I like that country station, I'm a little more cold beer.

Just a bunch of poor boys, daddy's girls Children of the corn field Tryna turn a shift job into a dollar bill We wear them muddy boots Stay true to how we're raised Ain't nothin' bout us fake You know we're straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All night long, bonfire on the back 40 In the middle of nowhere, ain't nobody leavin' here Til we're straight out of cold beer, straight out of cold beer Just a bunch of John Deere junkies Gettin' funky to some old Hank Nothin' been stuck in the mud that we can't Hook up to a rusty chain in the summer or in the rain Yeah, it's a kind of thing You know we're straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All night long, bonfire on the back 40 In the middle of nowhere, ain't nobody leavin' here Til we're straight out of cold beer, straight out of cold beer You know we're straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All night long, bonfire on the back 40 In the middle of nowhere, ain't nobody leavin' here Til we're straight out of cold beer, straight out of cold beer

J'ai vendu ma misère pour une voix de soumission Au fond de moi la sentinelle pouvait briller sans exception Et les sourires étaient les mêmes A-t-on le cri du coeur, la vérité ou la raison Vous n'entendez donc que la bête et ses réponses à vos questions Est-ce que la fièvre est un délit d'opinion Est-ce que ma peine était un vote de sanction Et la sentinelle qui trouve réponse à mes questions Serait-ce la bête Serait-ce la bête Ou bien l'oppression Mon cri sert de silence aux fossoyeurs de compassion Aux mijaurées de la suffisance, aux incendiaires de l'unisson Quand un sourire décède d'avoir trop souri à l'opinion À cette soupape, cette sainte-atelle, j'aurais pu encore dire non Est-ce que la fièvre est un délit d'opinion Est-ce que ma peine était un vote de sanction Et la sentinelle qui trouve réponse à mes questions Serait-ce la bête Serait-ce la bête Ou bien l'oppression Ou bien l'oppression Ou bien l'oppression Ravale donc ta rengaine Ravale donc tes sanglots De l'amour ou de la haine Qui donc aura bon dos J'ai eu ce cri de guerre pas en faux-frére mais en sans-nom Je donne ma main à l'enfer, sous vos crachats, ma rédition Est-ce que la fièvre est un délit d'opinion Est-ce que ma peine était un vote de sanction Et la sentinelle qui trouve réponse à mes questions Serait-ce la bête Serait-ce la bête Ou bien l'oppression