Lyrics: Chase Rice/Blake Pendergrass/John Byron/Justin Thomas
Music: Chase Rice/Blake Pendergrass/John Byron/Justin Thomas
This workin’ like a dog has got me dog tired
Pushing twelve hour days, pullin’ all damn nighters
But come five o’clock I’m the hell out of here
Yeah It’s a bad bad day to be a cold cold beer
Thank god for the end of the week, hallelujah
For some hell bent people wanna burn right through
Couple kegs in the back, let’s tap ‘em into gear
Man, it’s a bad bad day to be a cold cold beer
Line em up up
Throw ‘em down down
Nah we don't need much just another damn round
Man it’s abracadabra they all disappear
It’s a bad bad day to be a cold cold beer
Guess Megan’s single again, cause her and her friends
They swinging like a wrecking ball when they came in
Drinkin’ so loud the whole bar could hear
Man It’s a bad bad day to be a cold cold beer
Line em up up
Throw ‘em down down
Nah we don't need much just another damn round
Man it’s abracadabra they all disappear
It’s a bad bad day to be a cold cold beer
Gotta ‘em in the crosshairs like an old Red Ryder
When it comes to a pop top it's ready aim fire
Crack a can that’s some damn music to my ears
It’s a bad bad day to be a cold cold beer
Line em up up
Throw ‘em down down
Nah we don't need much just another damn round
Man it’s abracadabra they all disappear
It’s a bad bad day to be a cold cold beer
Line em up up
Throw ‘em down down
Nah we don't need much just another damn round
Man it’s abracadabra they all disappear
It’s a bad bad day to be a cold cold beer