Midnight Swagger

There’s a girl in the corner
And a man in a chair
Swapping looks over bourbon and bitch beer
Pretending they don’t care
He’s got a brand new hat
She’s got a low cut top
They’re a match made in whiskey heaven
Looks like she’s getting cut off
When you’ve got that midnight swagger
And I know you’d rather
Be somewhere with someone else
Burning through a bottle
Boozing full throttle
Now its four in the morning
And he can’t find his keys
Hope to hell he can find 'em with the lights off
And she’s pretending to sleep
So he hops in his drop top
And he sparks up a J
Screws the fresh pot and lights up a cigarette
Another damn fine day
To work off that midnight swagger
When I know you’d rather
Be somewhere with someone else
Burning through a bottle
Boozing full throttle
To work off that midnight swagger
When I know you’d rather
Be somewhere with someone else
Burning through a bottle
Boozing full throttle
Boozing full throttle
Boozing full throttle again