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Kevin Fowler - Beer Money Lyrics



Kevin Fowler - Beer Money Lyrics




There's one thing this man can't live without
Something I can wrap my heart and hands around
First thing I want to hold when I get home
Been savin' up for it all week long

Times are lean and money's tight
A man's got to prioritize
I've learned how to sacrifice

[Chorus]

I'm gonna drive a little less, walk a little more,
Save a little bread at the grocery store,
Turn down the heat till I can see my breath,
Throw another blanket on that old brass bed,
Sell my golf clubs half my clothes,
Sign in the yard says everything goes
And no more roses for my honey, but ain't givin' up my beer money!

When I'm a six pack shy of next month's rent,
I just pop a top and wonder where it went
Down to four strings on my guitar
Sellin' off my truck part by part
Stretch a dollar, squeeze a dime
Pinchin' pennies, hell that's fine,
Ain't nothing cuttin' into my beer time

[Chorus]

Well there's coupons in the paper,
Enough cans at the end of the month to buy me another case
You know a man can't have too much

[Chorus]

Not my beer money!
My beer money!
Not my beer money!
My beer money!
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There's one thing this man can't live without
Something I can wrap my heart and hands around
First thing I want to hold when I get home
Been savin' up for it all week long

Times are lean and money's tight
A man's got to prioritize
I've learned how to sacrifice

[Chorus]

I'm gonna drive a little less, walk a little more,
Save a little bread at the grocery store,
Turn down the heat till I can see my breath,
Throw another blanket on that old brass bed,
Sell my golf clubs half my clothes,
Sign in the yard says everything goes
And no more roses for my honey, but ain't givin' up my beer money!

When I'm a six pack shy of next month's rent,
I just pop a top and wonder where it went
Down to four strings on my guitar
Sellin' off my truck part by part
Stretch a dollar, squeeze a dime
Pinchin' pennies, hell that's fine,
Ain't nothing cuttin' into my beer time

[Chorus]

Well there's coupons in the paper,
Enough cans at the end of the month to buy me another case
You know a man can't have too much

[Chorus]

Not my beer money!
My beer money!
Not my beer money!
My beer money!
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Writer: IRA L. DEAN, KEVIN FOWLER, KIM TRIBBLE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC

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