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That'll Make You Wanna Drink
by Easton Corbin



Smokey bar
Mediocre band playin'
Old familiar songs, hit after hit
Neon lights
Cuttin' through the smoke a new Minnesota
Fats is chalkin' up his stick
Nine ball in the corner pocket,
Twenty dollars gone
Two Bubba's standin' toe to toe about to get it on

[Chorus]
That'll make you wanna drink
Say, what the heck
Turn up a cold one
Throw down your paycheck
A room full of good times, laughter and pain
That'll make you wanna drink
That'll make you wanna drink

Country boy
Out there on the dance floor with mud on his boots
He brought straight from the farm
Older man
Gold chains around his neck
And a pretty young thing hangin' on his arm
I bet he's got a couple of them little blue pills
mShe ain't gonna, but for drinks all night she'll
ake him think she will

[Chorus]

The reason I came in here is I screwed up real bad
She's made it mighty clear, she ain't never comin' back

[Chorus]

That'll make you wanna drink
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written by EASTON CORBIN, JIMMY YEARY, JAMES CARSON CHAMBERLAIN
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