Its night, the bar is starting to thump Some senorita is fillin up my mug Big John Brandt, hes watchin the buy you a drink and then hell pound two more
Coyotes, they are as they dance on the bar Bells ringin as they fill up the jar Local are rowdy and theyre startin to howl Belly are firin, man, it burns going down
Me and the band, we to have some fun And we wont stop playin till the bottles done
Lets all get away, make a holiday Drink Southern Comfort the sun comes up Lets all celebrate, last call will have to Hey bartender let the fall
When the hits 12, the drinks are two for one Its a guaranteed good time for our paychecks, chuggin down long necks Raise a hell, yeah, have a little fun
Steppin on peanuts, out nice, what? I say it but you know what I mean The bands still playing strong, everybody sing 'Hotel California', 'Sweet Alabama'
all get away, make life a holiday Drink Southern Comfort till the sun up Lets all celebrate, last call will to wait Hey bartender let the whiskey
have to hop on a plane Or sail down to Bay Yeah, the partys here with me and the boys Let the whiskey fall, come on, some noise
Lets all get away, life a holiday Southern Comfort till the sun comes up Lets all celebrate, last call will have to Hey bartender let the whiskey
Hey (Hey bartender) Hey (Hey bartender)
spendin our paychecks (Hey bartender) We're down long necks (Hey bartender)
Yeah, we're raise a hell, yeah (Raise hell, yeah) Yeah, 'Sweet Home ('Sweet Alabama')
And everybody's rocking and there's no call Hey let the whiskey fall