It's been a fifty-hour week and countin'
Another two hundred miles on the old wide jeep and countin'
Got a hole in the roof and a hole in the sink
What's it gonna take to fix two leaks
Couple hundred bucks each and countin'
I know, I said, one more two hours ago and
I know, I said, by this time I'd be back home but
Here I sit and here I'll stay
I don't know how many cold beers it takes to wash a bad week away
One, two, three, and countin'
Yeah, three of my buddies just showed up and countin'
The old braves just cost us fifty bucks and countin'
I got a four beer buzz and a for sure bet my sweetheart's about to beat my ass
Four missed calls, five missed texts and countin'
I know, I said, one more three hours ago and
I know, I said, by this time I'd be back home but
Here I sit and here I'll stay
I don't know how many cold beers it takes to wash a bad week away
Four, five, six and I'm still countin'
Those bottles, cans, tops, and tabs are piling up like a mountain
And countin'
I know, I said, one more four hours ago and
I know, I said, by this time I'd be back home but
Here I sit and here I'll stay
Don't know how many cold beers it takes to wash a bad week away
Seven, eight, ten and countin'
Oh, I'm still countin'
And countin'
Another two hundred miles on the old wide jeep and countin'
Got a hole in the roof and a hole in the sink
What's it gonna take to fix two leaks
Couple hundred bucks each and countin'
I know, I said, one more two hours ago and
I know, I said, by this time I'd be back home but
Here I sit and here I'll stay
I don't know how many cold beers it takes to wash a bad week away
One, two, three, and countin'
Yeah, three of my buddies just showed up and countin'
The old braves just cost us fifty bucks and countin'
I got a four beer buzz and a for sure bet my sweetheart's about to beat my ass
Four missed calls, five missed texts and countin'
I know, I said, one more three hours ago and
I know, I said, by this time I'd be back home but
Here I sit and here I'll stay
I don't know how many cold beers it takes to wash a bad week away
Four, five, six and I'm still countin'
Those bottles, cans, tops, and tabs are piling up like a mountain
And countin'
I know, I said, one more four hours ago and
I know, I said, by this time I'd be back home but
Here I sit and here I'll stay
Don't know how many cold beers it takes to wash a bad week away
Seven, eight, ten and countin'
Oh, I'm still countin'
And countin'
