"All My Friends Drink Beer" lyrics

I'm talkin 'bout them shirt off their back homeboys and girls
All them blue collar rednecks around the world
With a dog in the cab, cooler in the back
Got ice doin' work on a 12 pack
All them small town boys sittin' 35 high
And them blue jean babies that are down to ride
That's the way we were raised up 'round here

All my friends drink beer
On a Friday night
Stacking them cans, man, Georgia pine high
Raise hell with a Dixie cup
If you tip it on back, turn it on up
You can bet your ass you're gonna fit right in 'round here
'Cause all my friends drink beer

Goes down pretty good with a country song
Goes down a little better when you're singing along
So can I get a hey y'all
Hell yeah, cheers

All my friends drink beer
On a Friday night
Stacking them cans, man, Georgia pine high
Raise hell with a Dixie cup
If you tip it on back, turn it on up
You can bet your ass you're gonna fit right in 'round here
'Cause all my friends drink beer

Now I don't just hang out with anybody
And I'm not sayin' you gotta be somebody (All my friends drink)
I'm just sayin', you gotta be able to hold on
To a cold one every now and again

'Cause all my friends drink beer
On a Friday night (Friday night)
Stacking them cans, man, Georgia pine high (Georgia pine high)
Raise hell with a Dixie cup
If you tip it on back, turn it on up
You can bet your ass you're gonna fit right in 'round here
All my friends drink beer

Drink beer
Drink beer
Yeah
All my friends drink beer