Happy Hour (Worktape) lyrics - Chase Rice

Tonight’s Janie’s pourin’ the Smirnoff
Guess Billie’s got the nights off
Yet rumor has it his ex-wife Catherine put his truck in the ditch
And there’s a new owner, Joe what’s his face
Last December, he bought this place
His girlfriend Jessie, she sure is sexy
But she can sure be a bitch
And I don’t know why but I still buy drinks for two
Make ‘er scrate for me, men would lie for her
But that don’t put her back in this barstool

And the beer’s still warm
All year ‘round can’t catch a buzz from the suds
And the tears they’re pourin’ down on me
Send me out to sea and take me to a place where the whiskey’s a little more sour
I guess happy hour ain’t so happy without her

That same damn skin her cover band
Playin’ sweet home Alabama
For the third time tonight (they still playin’ it too slow)
We used to dance all night long
She swore it was her favorite song
But now I guess, Joe’s girl Jess is the star of the floor
And the tourists backed this place out
Ride around since
I still be drinkin’ at this bar
And I’ll be gone by then

And the beer’s still warm
All year ‘round can’t catch a buzz from the suds
And the tears they’re pourin’ down on me
Send me out to sea and take me to a place where the whiskey’s a little more sour
I guess happy hour ain’t so happy without her

So close in on up, here’s the cash for my tab
Don’t you worry ‘bout me, though I am callin’ a cab and I ain’t never comin’ back
I know I said that last night
I said that a thousand times

But the beer’s still warm
All year ‘round can’t catch a buzz from the suds
And the tears they’re pourin’ down on me
Send me out to sea and take me to a place where the whiskey’s a little more sour
I guess happy hour ain’t so happy without her

I guess happy hour ain’t so happy without her

I ain’t seen you around
In a long long time
Why’s that, I can’t really recall
No reason to rhyme
Oh wait, yes I can
She never called me back
She must’ve gone find you another man to fall for your act
No you’re so friendly
When you see me
Sittin’ up here at this bar
A keg deep in drinks
And you really wanna know if you can join me
Hell no!

No, you can’t sit here
No, I’m drinkin’ this beer
‘Cause you and all you done to me
Now you seem so sad, you say you missed me bad
You think it’s all good, but girl, I disagree
Now you wanna share a glass ‘cause you must be high on grass
You can kiss my ass

Maybe a little harsh
Yes, I’ll admit it
I took that one a little bit too far
But I couldn’t resist
I’m caught in your act
Hung on your bullshit
Now you wanna know if I’ll be your friend
Oh girl, not one bit
What’s that I see?
Could that be a tear?
Rollin’ down your cheek
Alright baby, come on over here
And you can join me for just one drink
Oh wait, never mind

No, you can’t sit here
No, I’m drinkin’ this beer
‘Cause you and all you done to me
Now you seem so sad, you say you missed me bad
You think it’s all good, but girl, I disagree
Now you wanna share a glass ‘cause you must be high on grass
You can kiss my ass

No, I ain’t got no problems with you
No, the problem’s you
When you ask me how I’ve been
Honey ain’t it clear?

You can’t sit here
No, I’m drinkin’ this beer
‘Cause you can all you done for me
Now you seem so sad, you say you missed me bad
You think it’s all good, but girl, I disagree
Now you wanna share a glass ‘cause you must be high on grass
You go on and kiss my ass

Yea, you
You, kiss my ass

"Country As Me" (2011)




Heathens In The Evenin' lyrics - Chase Rice

Momma raised us by the bible
And washed us in the gospel
Daddy taught us 'bout the bottle
And drug us to the truck pull

I guess you can say we came by it honestly
It's hard to wear the halo when the devil's hanging on your sleeve
Yes it is

We're just some boys on the back porch
Making noise after church 
Watching that race go round
Spend a little time with the Lord in the morning
Raise a little hell when the sun goes down
Fire and brimstone 
Drink our shine homegrown
Caught between lost and found
Yeah we're angels in the am, 
Amen!
But heathens in the evenin'

Yeah we pull out that six string
And mix us up a stiff drink
And we sing about everything
All the way from Jesus to Jennings
We spend one day in Sunday school
Yeah the rest of the week 
We break all the rules
Yeah we do

We're just some boys on the back porch
Making noise after church 
Watching that race go round
Spend a little time with the Lord in the morning
Raise a little hell when the sun goes down
Fire and brimstone 
Drink our shine homegrown
Caught between lost and found
Yeah we're angels in the am, 
Amen!
But heathens in the evenin'

Yeah we sing Amazing Grace
And then we rock this place

We're just some boys on the back porch
Making noise after church 
Watching that race go round
Spend a little time with the Lord in the morning
Raise a little hell when the sun goes down
Fire and brimstone 
Drink our shine homegrown
Caught between lost and found
Yeah we're angels in the am, 
Amen!
But heathens in the evenin'

Buzz Back lyrics - Chase Rice

9am came way to fast
my heads pounding like a dynamite blast
tried to sleep in on Saturday
this hangover is sure having its way

but good thing the dogs are playing UT on the TV because thats reason enough for me to get a 6 pack remedy

I got my buzz back now I'm feelin alright ain't nothing gonna hold me down tonight because I'm the pilot of this party flight and I'm callin my buddies its going down bringing last nights good time back around with a couple of beers and my good friend jack.

I got my buzz back, I got my buzz back yeah.

7 digits sitting in my phone, the thought of her wont leave me alone. there was making out and making plans.
and maybe tonight we can do it again yeah, I got the nerve to call her up and say its me hey cutie how about a bottle of wine and a movie, and u cuddling up close to me

we got that buzz back and we are feeling alright and nothing gonna hold us down tonight baby come on over let a love take flight and I'm picking u up and its going down bringing last nights good time back around with some Chardonnay and a sweet soundtrack.

we got that buzz back, we got that buzz back, get your buzz back.

I got my buzz back, I got my buzz back

I got my buzz back and I'm feelin alright ain't nothing gonna hold me down tonight because I'm the pilot of this party flight and I'm callin my buddies its going down bringing last nights good time back around with a couple of beers and my good friend jack.

I got my buzz back and I'm feelin alright ain't nothing gonna hold me down tonight because I'm the pilot of this party flight and I'm callin my buddies its going down bringing last nights good time back around with a couple of beers and my old friend jack.

I got my buzz back, I got my buzz back, everybody get your buzz back.
get your buzz back, yeah, hey, get your buzz back, get your buzz back, my heads feeling better already, yes sir.

My Old Man lyrics - Chase Rice

I like my coffee black. 
I sure to hate to shave. 
I drink a cold six pack 
when I watch my Titans play. 
I still cut my own grass. 
Always try to get to church. 
Sometimes I'm fighting man, 
but I love so much it hurts.

Hard headed, stuck in my ways. 
I could try my whole life, 
but I know I won't change. 
I don't need a mirror lookin back at me, 
cause every day it's clearer and I see, 
I've got a lot of my old man in me.

Still miss my home town. 
I like fishing in the summer rain. 
And I've thrown my voice out at more 
than one little league game. 
And I'm good with a hammer and nail. 
Help my buddies when they get stuck. 
Yeah, I've done pretty good for myself, 
but I still drive that same old truck.

Hard headed, stuck in my ways. 
I could try my whole life, 
but I know I won't change. 
I don't need a mirror lookin back at me, 
cause every day it's clearer and I see, 
I've got a lot of my old man..

And every step I take I know there will come a day 
where lookin back I'll say I was proud to be..

Hard headed, stuck in my ways. 
I could try my whole life, 
but I know I won't change. 
I don't need a mirror lookin back at me, 
cause every day it's clearer and I see, 
a lot of my old man in me.

I see a lot of you, dad.

Country As Me lyrics - Chase Rice

Damn Girl Look At Her

Alright

Met a girl at Myrtle Beach on the Board Walk making sweet eyes at me

She can be a Georgia Peach, A Bama Babe or a Carolina Queen
I though Yeah look at that smile daisy dukes that drive me wild
Backwards camo braves hat on cover bands rockin and shes singin along

Girl climb on up into the bed of my truck, slide over to the middle seat you look like you need a rough neck alot more than a man who's sweet

Come on girl let your hair down live wild and free

When I look inside your eyes I see Your Country as Me

She was hot as fire under neon lights DTF and lookin for a good time

We hit the clubs all night shut em down and watched that sun rise

God blessed blue jeans, blue eyes fallin in love on a miracle mile

Girl climb on up into the bed of my truck, slide over to the middle seat you look like you need a rough neck alot more than a man who's sweet

She don't like whine she likes Jim Beam and Bud Light, sittin on a tail gate around a Bon Fire 

On a Oveye county saturday night

Girl climb on up into the bed of my truck, slide over to the middle seat you look like you need a rough neck alot more than a man who's sweet

When I look inside your eyes I see Your country as me

Beats A Million Bucks lyrics - Chase Rice

I grew up in a small town, 10 minutes from the beach
Moved on up to Asheville, the year I turned thirteen
I walked the halls of Reynolds High, man I sure loved high school
And ended up in Chapel Hill wearing Carolina Blue

It’s the sunrise on another day over my hometown
It’s the smile there on my mama’s face cooking dinner at the house
Its hearing my song on the radio with my best friends in my truck
I ain’t rich, but I sure got enough, and it beats a million bucks

I still rock that gold belt buckle my dad got me sophomore year
I’ve got the world’s 2 greatest brothers and we can sure throw back some beers
I helped Jimmie win a couple rings on that old Lowe’s Kobalt Chevy
And grabbed my guitar and one big dream and moved on to music city

It’s the sunrise on another day over my hometown
It’s the smile there on my mama’s face cooking dinner at the house
Its hearing my song on the radio with my best friends in my truck
I ain’t rich, but I sure got enough, and it beats a million bucks

So heres to all my buddies and the ones I ain’t met yet
I don’t need a lot of money to make me a happy man
Some might call it crazy, some might call it luck
But I just call it my life and it beats a million bucks

It’s the sunrise on another day over my hometown
It’s the smile there on my mama’s face cooking dinner at the house
Its hearing my song on the radio with my best friends in my truck
I ain’t rich, but I sure got enough, and it beats a million bucks

yeah it beats a million bucks

"Friday Nights & Sunday Mornings" (2010)




Blame It On The Beer lyrics - Chase Rice

I got drunk at the bar, took a cab to my car
Drove my drunk ass home
What the hell was I thinking, to do much drinking
And I didn’t wanna be alone
So I called up my baby, I was thinking just maybe
She could come my way tonight
But she could tell I wasn’t sober so she wouldn’t come over
So I thought maybe I just might
Call my ex lover, but she couldn’t take another
One night stand with me
My night should have been done but I wanted more fun
And I'm footloose and fancy free
Drink after drink my nights come alive
The more I think about it how the hell did I survive
All the things I've done over the years
I ain't taken the blame on this one lets blame it on the beers
I knew I was in trouble when I started seeing double
But I pressed on anyway
I had my mind set that I was gonna get
The girl to come and play
So I got in my car to drive to the bar
Where this crazy night was born
Then I said oh shit and I heard the siren hit
And the cop blowing on his horn
I fell asleep at the light and it was a scary sight
When the got me to the side of the road
Blew a point two oh was a hell of a show
Damn I wish I just never drove
Drink after drink my nights come alive
The more I think about it how the hell did I survive
All the things I've done over the years
I ain't taken the blame on this one lets blame it on the beers
So I'm stuck in jail no cash to pay bail
But I get my one phone call
I call my best friend he says he did it again
Man we really got to talk
You got to calm your ass down lay off the crown
This is getting out of hand
I say I'm sorry dude I don’t mean to be rude
But I cant say no to a free kick stand
He says you're gonna get killed if you don’t chill
But I don’t like his advice
When I get my rum I have so much fun
Sweet tea just wont suffice
You may look at me and think I've lost all common sense
No matter how you look at it I sure as hell lost my innocence
But I have a good excuse please listen up in here
It ain't me doing these crazy things lets blame it on the beer
Drink after drink my nights come alive
The more I think about it how the hell have I survive
All the things I've done over the years
I ain't taken the blame on this one lets blame it on the beers

Country 'til I'm Dead lyrics - Chase Rice

You can take, your high dollar style
Shove it up your ass, ya that'd make me smile
You look real cute with your gelled up hair
C'mon city boy, it's time that you grow a pair
You can'ave the keys to that Porsche I see
I'll just sit with pride, right here in my Chevy
Made in the U S A

I got grease on my hands and mud on my boots
Still hold on to my country roots
Got an Earnhardt tat on my left arm 
Born and raised on a Florida farm
I love my Garth and old George Strait
Ya I'll fish with real live bait
I'm Southern grown, Southern born and bred
And I'll be country 'till I'm dead

I'll take my girl out in the sticks
Yes I do love Carolina chicks
And I point my gun at a ten point buck
And I throw that hoss right there in the bed of my truck
Hell yes I do love my sweet tea
But every now and then, I need my Jack D
Gotta love the American way

I got grease on my hands and mud on my boots
Still hold on to my country roots
Got an Earnhardt tat on my left arm 
Born and raised on a Florida farm
I love my Garth and old George Strait
Ya I'll fish with real live bait
I'm Southern grown, Southern born and bred
And I'll be country 'till I'm dead

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