If you see me walkin down the line



With my favorite honky tonk in mind



I'll be there about supper time



With my can of dinner and bunch of fine







Beer Drinkers, and Hell Raisers



Baby don't you wanna come with me







The crowd gets loud and the band gets tight



Steel guitar cryin through the night



Tryin to cover up the corner fight



But everythings cool cause their just tight







Beer Drinkers, and Hell Raisers



Baby don't you wanna come with me







The joint was jumpin like a cat on hot tin



Lord I thought the floor was gonna give in



Sound a lot like the house congressional



Cause we're experimental and proffessional







Beer Drinkers, and Hell Raisers



Baby don't you wanna come with me