Lyrics
Fifty bucks ain't gonna cut it, hoss
The tip jar didn't even cover the loss
From the gas to the motel, much less to get us home
My head's still throbbin' like a Waylon song
You fed us Pabst Blue Ribbon and a chili dog
I guess a man's word ain't worth nothin' back where you're from
Yeah, 'cause everybody got drunk and everybody got laid
They were singin' all the words to my songs
We played five long sets and everybody then stayed
Fuck it over, baby, we'll be gone
But if you really wanna try to jack my cash this way
I'll introduce you to my.38
You better give me my money
Or there'll be hell to pay
You turned the shop back on and the power blew
I had to duck a Shiner bottle some redneck threw
I sang "Free Bird" a capella while
You tried to get the breaker back on
And some chick was gettin' crazy in the bathroom stall
I had to pee so bad I nearly lost it all
Naw, it ain't my fault you got a wild ass honky tonk
Yeah, 'cause everybody got drunk and everybody got stoned
They were yellin' all the words to my songs
They were jerry-riggin' lighters outta telephones
Still up and goin' when the kegs were gone
But if you really wanna try to jack my cash this way
You can tell it to my.38
You better give me my money
Or there'll be hell to pay
Said my ears are still ringin' 'cause my mic was hot (Uh huh)
Head spinnin' from them Jager shots
And I done told all y'all, I ain't goin' back to jail (Haha)
But these here blisters on my fingers said the show straight rocked
And now they're grippin' on the trigger and the hammer's cocked
If I gotta get buck wild up in here I will
Yeah, 'cause everybody got drunk and everybody got laid
They were yellin' all the words to my songs
We played five long sets and everybody then stayed
Fuck it over, baby, we'll be gone
But if you really wanna try to jack my cash this way
You'll be hearin' from my.38
You better give me my money
Or there'll be hell to pay
Yeah, you better give me my money
Or there'll be hell to pay
Or there'll be hell to pay