Lyrics: Cold Beer Drinker

Hey! Whiskey burns me up, wine turns my teeth all red.
Tequila makes me loco, champagne hurts my head.
But let me tell ya I'm a real big fan,
of ice fishin' for them aluminum cans.

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger.
Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll.
I'm a killer karaoke country singer,
top-water rattle-trap spinner bait'slinger,
king of the grill and a short putt sinker,
I'm just a cold beer drinker.

Monday through 5 o' clock Friday I'm a hard workin' man.
Responsible, kinda dull, head-down, stick to the plan.
But all my buddies know me better than that,
get us all together and we start throwin' 'em back.

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger.
Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll.
I'm a killer karaoke country singer,
top-water rattle-trap spinner bait'slinger,
king of the grill and a short putt sinker,
I'm just a cold beer drinker, I'm just a cold beer drinker.

As far as I'm concerned, it's the All-American way.
Twist the top off, just to cap off the day, hey hey, hey hey, hey hey.

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger.
Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack rarin' to go.
Don't you know I'm a killer karaoke country singer,
top-water rattle-trap spinner bait'slinger,
king of the grill and a short putt sinker,
I'm just a cold beer drinker,
I'm just a cold beer drinker, I'm just a cold beer drinker. Yeah.