Day Drinkin'

Woke up this morning hearing
Roger Miller singing «Chug-a-Lug»
Caught myself a little drinking bug
Called up my buddies, said «Hey, get your mugs to my place»
There was forty bucks in change in a jug
Bought some twelve packs and gave the tops a tug
Now we’re laughing, looking back
Playing some tunes, howling' at the crack of noon
Day drinking, bucket of beer on ice
Day drinking, ‘cause it’s hot outside
Pass me a cold one
I’m day drinking, cheating on them neon lights
Day drinking, the only closing' time
Is whenever that ole sun says «Hey, y’all are done»
Day drinking
We found ourselves fishing
Through some old times from some old chairs
Wishing we could go back there
But we ain’t through yet, ain’t seen that sunset
We’re tipping' them like we did, who knows what happens when you’re
Next to a tackle box on the lake or off the docks
Sipping brew at a BBQ or a tailgate before kickoff
All good spots for twisting tops off daytime beer
But I say we all stay right here
Heating on them neon lights
Day drinking, the only closing time
Is whenever that ole sun says «Hey, y’all are done»
Day drinking