| I know two lanes roll a little slower | 
| Then a wide open, four-wide highway | 
| Every day, everybody gets older | 
| And every break ain’t gonna fall my way | 
| Church gets out at twelve, no later | 
| While I’m rambling all about no brainers | 
| Beer’s better cold, deuces always fold | 
| Green herons fly south for the winter | 
| Levi’s fade, it’s hotter in the shade in a Georgia July than December | 
| Yeah, touchdown six, seven with a kick | 
| A good song hits home | 
| And it’s always gonna be like that | 
| Yeah, it’s just a fact that beer’s better cold | 
| And she ain’t coming back | 
| Yeah, last kiss always last longer | 
| In your head than it does on your lips | 
| She’ll be my one that got away long goner | 
| And it’s just as obvious as | 
| Beer’s better cold, deuces always fold | 
| Green herons fly south for the winter | 
| Levi’s fade, it’s hotter in the shade in a Georgia July than December | 
| Yeah, touchdown six, seven with a kick | 
| A good song hits home | 
| And it’s always gonna be like that | 
| Yeah, it’s just a fact that beer’s better cold | 
| And she ain’t coming back | 
| To these arms, back to this town | 
| Back down those I ain’t ever coming back around roads | 
| No, it don’t take Einstein to know | 
| Yeah, beer’s better cold, deuces always fold | 
| Green herons fly south for the winter | 
| Levi’s fade, it’s hotter in the shade in a Georgia July than December | 
| Yeah, touchdown six, seven with a kick | 
| A good song hits home | 
| And it’s always gonna be like that | 
| Yeah, it’s just a fact that beer’s better cold | 
| Yeah, beer’s better cold | 
| And she ain’t coming back | 
| Nah, she ain’t coming back |