Hard Liquor, Cold Women, Warm Beer
(written by Bob Woodruff)
Nothin' seems to go right anymore
This town seems like it's showin' me the door
Since losin' you there's nothin' for me here
Just hard liquor, cold women and warm beer
I know I should pack up and find another town
Where people show respect and give you time of day
Since losin' you there's nothin' for me here
Just hard liquor, cold women and warm beer
I thought I might find work here with a band
It's been two years and I drive a gypsy cab
And all the things I love are nowhere near
Just hard liquor, cold women and warm beer
At first it seemed I might get something off the ground
We fell in love and hoped for my big break
There ain't no money left, there's nothin' here
Just hard liquor, cold women and warm beer
I know I should pack up and find another town
Where people show respect and give you time of day
There ain't no money left, there's nothin' here
Just hard liquor, cold women and warm beer
Hard liquor, cold women, warm beer
