Am                         G
Well my buddy once told me boy you got a good tune
       D
But it ain't something I can tap my boots to
       Am                      G
You're playing the guitar just too damn slow
     D
Like songs about heartache is all you know
  Am                      G
I told him oh man I can't figure it out
          D
Won't you tell me the kind of song you wanna hear about
   Am                          G
He looked at me strange and he said something weird
            D                              E
And this is what he whispered in my ear, oh woah


[Chorus]
                     Am
Give me a song about beer cans and whiskey bottles
G
Backroads and pasture parties
D
Loose women, tight jeans, and Texas country music scene
Am
Bull fighting, bronc riding
G
Raising hell, done been to jail
     D
Them smoky bars I came to see
         Am              G
I need a song to play to get me through this day
       D                         Am    G    D
If you wanna know the truth, all I really want
                Am
Is a song I can drink too
G D
Am G D

[Verse]
  Am                       G
I got on stage, ain't even played my first show
  D
I grabbed my guitar, reset the capo
Am                      G
Asked my band what they wanted to play
            D
And I could tell by the fear and the look on their face
  Am                                G
I told the crowd here's a song that you ain't heard
           D
And by the end of the night you'll know every single word
       Am                           G                 D
By the end of the night you'll know every single word


[Chorus]
                Am
To a song about beer cans and whiskey bottles
G
Backroads and pasture parties
D
Loose women, tight jeans, and Texas country music scene
Am
Bull fighting, bronc riding
G
Raising hell, done been to jail
     D
Them smoky bars I came to see
         Am              G
I need a song to play to get me through this day
       D                         Am    G    D
If you wanna know the truth, all I really want
                Am
Is a song I can drink too
G D

[Solo]
Am G D
Am G D


[Bridge]
                     Am                            G D
Give me a song about beer cans and whiskey bottles
          Am                    G       D
Yeah them backroads and pasture parties
    Am                   G        D
Them loose naughty women, in them tight fitting jeans
       Am             G              D
You know you can't forget about that Texas music scene


[Chorus]
                     Am
Give me a song about beer cans and whiskey bottles
G
Backroads and pasture parties
D                         N.C.
Loose women, tight jeans, and Texas country music scene
Am
Bull fighting, bronc riding
G
Raising hell, done been to jail
     D
Them smoky bars I came to see
         Am              G
I need a song to play to get me through this day
       D                         Am    G    D
If you wanna know the truth, all I really want
                Am
Is a song I can drink too
   G        D
Oh whoa oh oh
                 Am     G    D
Give me a song I can drink too