Lyrics

Well I’m bustin’ my ass in the heat and the grime,

Twelve hours straight for a pitiful dime,

Clock hits five, man, I’m done with the grind,

More than Miller time, it’s my freedom sign.
Out the door, hair wild, boots hit the ground,

Head for the bar where the lost get found,

Dive spot lit by neon and smoke rings swirl,

Where the hot nasty women come out to twirl.
Hook:

Cold beer, hot pussy, cheap thrills on tap,

Easy ass swingin’, no time to nap,

Nasty girls grindin’ in faded blue jeans,

Workin’ them tight asses, chasing the dreams.
Stool’s sticky, jukebox playin’ my song,

Room full of mad dogs and wild ones all night long,

They flash a smile with a cigarette gleam,

Whisper, “Boy, you work hard, lemme set you free.”
Parking lot blurred in the midnight glow,

Blow jobs traded where the wild wind blows,

No fancy dinners, no diamond bling,

Just raw outlaw nights and the chaos they bring.
Hook:

Cold beer, hot pussy, cheap thrills on tap,

Easy ass swingin’, no time to nap,

Nasty girls grindin’ in faded blue jeans,

Workin’ them tight asses, chasing the dreams.
Calloused hands and a battered heart,

I slave in the day, tearing the dark apart,

But when the sun sets, it’s a different game,

Backstreet queen’s fire puttin’ mine to shame.
Dusty boots on a sticky floor,

Whiskey whispers and the wild girls roar,

I’m caught in a haze of sweat and grin,

With outlaw women I’m born to sin.
Hook:

Cold beer, hot pussy, cheap thrills on tap,

Easy ass swingin’, no time to nap,

Nasty girls grindin’ in faded blue jeans,

Workin’ them tight asses, chasing the dreams.
So here’s to the struggle, the cash that won’t stay,

And the hell-raising night that throws it away,

When the world’s been a bastard and life’s been cruel,

Outlaw women and whiskey, that’s my rule.
Cold beer, hot pussy, cheap thrills on tap,

Easy ass swingin’, no time to nap,

Nasty girls grindin’ in faded blue jeans,

Workin’ them tight asses, chasing the dreams.