Here's To

I was sitting at a bar just mending my heart and waiting on my luck to change
When there walked a man from the plain
Ireland on what he called a holiday
Well he sat next to me saying boy I believe that you could use another drink
Then he raised up his glass at four in the past
And was toast to all thats gonna be
Here’s to a long life
And a merry one
Here’s to a quick death and an easy one
A pretty girl and an honest one
Here’s to cold beer
And another one
By the time I put down that first round, he ordered number two or three
And before I could say, hey what’s your name?
He stood up and said to me
By the end of the night he said so many times
I could walk the straight line if I try
But before he left he wished me the best
And here’s how he said goodbye
Here’s to a cold beer
And another one