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I wasn't born, For diggin' deep holes.
I'm not made, For pavin' long roads.
I ain't cut out to climb high line poles, but, I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer.
I'm not the type, For workin' a bank.
I'm no good, Slappin' on paint.
Don't have a knack for makin' motors crank, nah, but I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer.
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So hand me one more, That's what I'm here for, I'm built for havin' a ball.
I love the night life, I love my Bud Light, I like 'em cold and tall.
I ain't much, On mowin' thick grass.
I'm too slow, For workin' too fast.
I don't do windows, So honey don't ask.
But I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer.
A go-getter, Well maybe I'm not.
I'm not known, For doin' alot.
But I do my best work when the weather's hot. I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer.
So hand me one more, That's what I'm here for, I'm built for havin' a ball.
I love the night life, I love my Bud Light, I like 'em cold and tall.
I wasn't born, For diggin' deep holes.
I'm not made, For pavin' long roads.
I ain't cut out to climb high line poles, but, I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer.
I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer!
Aww, hand me one more boys, that's what I'm here for!
[Thanks to Billy Stanley, Elyse Doughty for lyrics]
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