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Text: Whiskey Falls. Let The Whiskey Fall.

It?s Friday night, the bar is starting to thump
Some sexy senorita is fillin? up my mug
Big John Brandt, he?s watchin? the floor
He?ll buy you a drink and then he?ll pound two more

Coyotes, they are singin? as they dance on the bar
Bells start ringin? as they fill up the jar
Local boys are rowdy and they?re startin? to howl
Belly shots are firin?, man, it burns going down

Me and the band, we came to have some fun
And we wont? stop playin? till the last bottle?s done

Let?s all get away, make life a holiday
Drink Southern Comfort till the sun comes up
Let?s all celebrate, last call will have to wait
Hey bartender let the whiskey fall

When the clock hits 12, the drinks are two for one
It?s a guaranteed good time for everyone
Spendin? our paychecks, chuggin? down long necks
Raise a lotta hell, yeah, have a little fun

Steppin? on peanuts, checkin? out nice, what?
I didn?t say it but you know what I mean
The bands still playing strong, everybody sing along
'Hotel California', 'Sweet Home Alabama'

Let?s all get away, make life a holiday
Drink Southern Comfort till the sun comes up
Let?s all celebrate, last call will have to wait
Hey bartender let the whiskey fall

Don?t have to hop on a plane
Or sail down to Montego Bay
Yeah, the party?s right here with me and the boys
Let the whiskey fall, come on, make some noise

Let?s all get away, make life a holiday
Drink Southern Comfort till the sun comes up
Let?s all celebrate, last call will have to wait
Hey bartender let the whiskey fall

Hey bartender
(Hey bartender)
Hey bartender
(Hey bartender)

We're spendin? our paychecks
(Hey bartender)
We're chuggin? down long necks
(Hey bartender)

Yeah, we're raise a lotta hell, yeah
(Raise lotta hell, yeah)
Yeah, 'Sweet Home Alabama'
('Sweet Home Alabama')

And everybody's rocking and there's no last call
Hey bartender let the whiskey fall

Falls Whiskey