FOD Lyrics

It's getting hard to read the label

On this bottle in my hand

Cause of these misty eyes and a heartbreak memory

That I can't quite forget

I got buddies on the way

To help me pass the time

So barmaid play some Robert Keen

We're gonna drink this whole town dry

John's singing the road goes on forever

And Squirrel's got a Five Pound Bass

Grandpa's sittin' on a Front Porch Song

And the Burton boys are kickin' ass

On a pool table right out back

Where the cigarette smoke rolls

We're drinkin' beer and whiskey

Until the cops come to chase us home

Yeah we stumble onto the Stillwater strip

That four wheeler cop's got his eyes on me

Get ole Wallace on the phone say "what's happenin' out at Field of Dreams"

He says come on over boys

We got a party goin' all night long

We got thirty folks drinkin' on the roof

And the Blazer's in the pond

John's singing the road goes on forever

And Squirrel's got a Five Pound Bass

Grandpa's sittin' on a Front Porch Song

And the Burton boys are kickin' ass

On a pool table right out back

Where the cigarette smoke rolls

We're drinkin' beer and whiskey

Until the cops come to chase us home

Well it's 4 AM and the beer's all gone

There's a girl asleep on a table in the hall

This evening started with me feelin' real bad

For a reason I can't recall

From out of nowhere a fridge door slams

And Dale appears with something in his hands

It's the Doctor boys we're gonna be alright

Let's go to Kansas tonight

John's singing the road goes on forever

And Squirrel's got a Five Pound Bass

Grandpa's sittin' on a Front Porch Song

And the Burton boys are kickin' ass

On a pool table right out back

Where the cigarette smoke rolls

We're drinkin' beer and whiskey

Until the cops come to chase us home