Peach floatin' in a Mason, little buzz chasin'
Friday night high got the short skirts shakin'
Flat bills flipped back, belt buckles blingin' back
Out in the cut got four wheel drives to Cadillacs
Tonight-ight, yeah, tonight
Just sippin' on the good times
Yeah, got nowhere to be but out here in the country
In the moonlight
So reach down in the cooler, pull another one out of that cold ice
Pop a top, don't stop
Don't even think
We got all night to do our thing
We got nothin' to do but drink
We got a hot song bumpin', door speakers thumpin'
Fire poppin' high, got these forty acres jumpin'
Ain't doin' nothin' wrong, we goin' all night long
You got a cup, fill it up Ford strong
Just sippin' on the good times
Yeah, got nowhere to be but out here in the country
In the moonlight
So reach down in the cooler, pull another one out of that cold ice
Pop a top, don't stop
Don't even think
We got all night to do our thing
We got nothin' to do but drink
Just sippin' on the good times
Yeah, got nowhere to be but out here in the country
In the moonlight
So reach down in the cooler, pull another one out of that cold ice
Pop a top, don't stop
Don't even think
We got all night to do our thing
(We got nothin' to do but drink)
Just sippin' on the good times
Yeah, got nowhere to be but out here in the country
In the moonlight
So reach down in the cooler, pull another one out of that cold ice
Pop a top, don't stop
Don't even think
We got all night to do our thing
We got nothin' to do but drink
(Got nothin' to do but drink)
Yeah, we got nothin' to do but drink
(Got nothin' to do but drink) Yeah, yeah
We got nothin' to do but drink
(Got nothin' to do but drink)
Yeah, we got nothin' to do but drink
(Got nothin' to do but drink)
Nothin' to Do but Drink Video (MV)
Performed By: Adam Sanders
Language: English
Length: 3:19
Written by: Matthew Bronleewe, Jaron Caleb Boyer, Adam Tyler Sanders, Adam Sanders
Adam Sanders - Nothin' to Do but Drink Lyrics
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English
Peach floatin' in a Mason, little buzz chasin'
Friday night high got the short skirts shakin'
Flat bills flipped back, belt buckles blingin' back
Out in the cut got four wheel drives to Cadillacs
Tonight-ight, yeah, tonight
Just sippin' on the good times
Yeah, got nowhere to be but out here in the country
In the moonlight
So reach down in the cooler, pull another one out of that cold ice
Pop a top, don't stop
Don't even think
We got all night to do our thing
We got nothin' to do but drink
We got a hot song bumpin', door speakers thumpin'
Fire poppin' high, got these forty acres jumpin'
Ain't doin' nothin' wrong, we goin' all night long
You got a cup, fill it up Ford strong
Just sippin' on the good times
Yeah, got nowhere to be but out here in the country
In the moonlight
So reach down in the cooler, pull another one out of that cold ice
Pop a top, don't stop
Don't even think
We got all night to do our thing
We got nothin' to do but drink
Just sippin' on the good times
Yeah, got nowhere to be but out here in the country
In the moonlight
So reach down in the cooler, pull another one out of that cold ice
Pop a top, don't stop
Don't even think
We got all night to do our thing
(We got nothin' to do but drink)
Just sippin' on the good times
Yeah, got nowhere to be but out here in the country
In the moonlight
So reach down in the cooler, pull another one out of that cold ice
Pop a top, don't stop
Don't even think
We got all night to do our thing
We got nothin' to do but drink
(Got nothin' to do but drink)
Yeah, we got nothin' to do but drink
(Got nothin' to do but drink) Yeah, yeah
We got nothin' to do but drink
(Got nothin' to do but drink)
Yeah, we got nothin' to do but drink
(Got nothin' to do but drink)
Friday night high got the short skirts shakin'
Flat bills flipped back, belt buckles blingin' back
Out in the cut got four wheel drives to Cadillacs
Tonight-ight, yeah, tonight
Just sippin' on the good times
Yeah, got nowhere to be but out here in the country
In the moonlight
So reach down in the cooler, pull another one out of that cold ice
Pop a top, don't stop
Don't even think
We got all night to do our thing
We got nothin' to do but drink
We got a hot song bumpin', door speakers thumpin'
Fire poppin' high, got these forty acres jumpin'
Ain't doin' nothin' wrong, we goin' all night long
You got a cup, fill it up Ford strong
Just sippin' on the good times
Yeah, got nowhere to be but out here in the country
In the moonlight
So reach down in the cooler, pull another one out of that cold ice
Pop a top, don't stop
Don't even think
We got all night to do our thing
We got nothin' to do but drink
Just sippin' on the good times
Yeah, got nowhere to be but out here in the country
In the moonlight
So reach down in the cooler, pull another one out of that cold ice
Pop a top, don't stop
Don't even think
We got all night to do our thing
(We got nothin' to do but drink)
Just sippin' on the good times
Yeah, got nowhere to be but out here in the country
In the moonlight
So reach down in the cooler, pull another one out of that cold ice
Pop a top, don't stop
Don't even think
We got all night to do our thing
We got nothin' to do but drink
(Got nothin' to do but drink)
Yeah, we got nothin' to do but drink
(Got nothin' to do but drink) Yeah, yeah
We got nothin' to do but drink
(Got nothin' to do but drink)
Yeah, we got nothin' to do but drink
(Got nothin' to do but drink)
Writer: Matthew Bronleewe, Jaron Caleb Boyer, Adam Tyler Sanders, Adam Sanders
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing