Lyrics:
the jukebox don't rock
And the record's gonna be the only thing that bops
He's an old-school, cold longneck DJ
And look at him now, here comes them old green
Fucking VB longneck
At twenty to eight in the fucking morning
I got you
Here in Australia, they call me the crocodile man
I got you
Blue collar, red dirt road
It was Ford, it was Chevy
Longneck Bud heavies
It was RC Cola cokes
It was blue jeans, Skoal rings
Dry-rotted tire swings
after
I'll be living in a longneck state of mind
I put the bottle up to my lips
It's like magic every time
So if you're with me take another sip
And raise
ain't country
You can say I drink too many longnecks
And my edges are a little too rough
You can call me a sinner
'cause I cuss on Sunday
But you, you
I'm lookin' at a busy bartender
There's one man party goin' one
I'm sittin' here nursin' a longneck beer
Tryin' to forget you're gone
And I've got
Longneck bottle
Let go of my hand
Hey jukebox don't start playin' that song again
'Cause there's a girl at home who loves me
You know she won't
until you let me down
Now , give me a Longneck of Corona , a little salt and lime, Haggard on the jukebox ,will help to ease my mind
I know these aren't
and a trucker's dream
With a baseball hat fit for a queen
A genuine, a different kind of fine
Tan and lean like a long-neck bottle
In the passenger seat
Got
on a sawdust floor,
Long-neck chaser for a,
Shot of hard core whiskey:
That's how they do it in Dixie.
Blue red "GO" stickers on the window says "Sugar
This barstool knows my name by now
Midnight longneck lost and found
Asking everyone in town
If they've seen that girl
That girl that went
the boss
It takes one hand
To count the things I can count on
No, there ain't much, man
That ain't ever let me down
Longneck, ice cold beer never broke my
At a corner table
She had a longneck bottle
She was peeling the label
The look on her face
It was perfectly clear
She said, somebody please
Get me, out
the boss
It takes one hand
To count the things I can count on
No, there ain't much, man
That ain't ever let me down
Longneck, ice cold beer never broke my
on in, we'll slip away
We gotta get it, we ain't got a minute to waste
I got a 6-pack of longnecks, the trunk on ice
Ooh but you sure look nice
Makes
on in, we'll slip away
We gotta get it, we ain't got a minute to waste
I got a 6-pack of longnecks, the trunk on ice
Ooh but you sure look nice
Makes
can't quite remember
Who helped me to my feet
Thank God for a long-neck bottle
The angel's remedy
Louisiana rain
Is falling just like tears
can't quite remember
Who helped me to my feet
Thank God for a long-neck bottle
The angel's remedy
Louisiana rain
Is falling just like tears
I can twist the top off a twelve-pack of longnecks
Get my redneck on baby all night long with the boys
And never even think about you
I can be
We're backwoods Dixie, flat woods pickin',
Shotgun wavin', long-neck drinkin',
Huntin' and a-fishin', workin' and a-wishin' for the weekend.
We
a longhorn, down a longneck, Lord tame the whole wild west
She's the cutest, toughest, sweetest, roughtest gal I've ever seen
She's every cowgirl's nightmare
feet
Thank God for a long-neck bottle
The angel's remedy
Louisiana rain
Is falling just like tears
Running down my face
Washing out the years
pointed it straight at the head of my son
But with a longneck bottle the kid slashed at his jaw
And the pistol fell down on the table
Well thank God
feet
Thank God for a long-neck bottle
The angel's remedy
Louisiana rain
Is falling just like tears
Running down my face
Washing out the years
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