"Here's To The Horses" lyrics

Here's to the horses that pull the Budweiser
Here's to the ribbon, 'round the blue ribbon can
Here's to the ladies that pour golden rivers
That fill up the glass, of the beer drinkin' man

Down by the river at O'Grady's Tavern
That's where we gather, most every night
Laughing and joking, talking and toasting
Tall story telling, till almost daylight

We'll drink a toast with each round that you buy
Your wife or your girlfriend, we'll toast anything
Winners or losers, you'll be the choosers
And long about morning you might hear us sing, sing, sing:

Here's to the horses that pull the Budweiser
Here's to the ribbon, 'round the blue ribbon can
Here's to the ladies that pour golden rivers
That fill up the glass, of the beer drinkin' man

Here's to the old flames that we've left behind
We wish them the best, they can do without us
Here's to the wife, of old Billy Johnson
The day that she left him we toasted the bus, sing sing:

Here's to the horses that pull the Budweiser
Here's to the ribbon, 'round the blue ribbon can
Here's to the ladies that pour golden rivers
That fill up the glass, of the beer drinkin' man

Here's to the jukebox that stands in the corner
Here's to the records that go round and round
Here's to the barstools, the bottles and glasses
Here's to Milwaukee, she won't let us down

Here's to the horses that pull the Budweiser
Here's to the ribbon, 'round the blue ribbon can
Here's to the ladies that pour golden rivers
That fill up the glass, of the beer drinkin' man

Here's to the horses that pull the Budweiser
Here's to the ribbon, 'round the blue ribbon can
Here's to the ladies that pour golden rivers
That fill up the glass, of the beer drinkin' man