Lyrics

[Verse 1] Fifty bucks ain't gonna cut it hoss The tip jar didn't even cover the loss From the gas to the motel much less get us home My head's still throbbin' like a Waylon song You fed us Pabst Blue Ribbon and a chili-dog I guess a man's word ain't worth nothin' back where you're from [Chorus] 'Cause everybody got drunk and everybody got laid They were singin' all the words to my songs We played five long sets and everybody there stayed Fork it over baby we'll be gone But if you really want to try to jack my cash this way I'll introduce you to my .38 You better give me my money or there'll be hell to pay [Verse 2] You turned the shop back on and the power blue I had to duck a Shiner bottle some redneck threw I sang Free Bird acapella while you tried to get the breaker back on Some chick was gettin' crazy in the bathroom stall I had to pee so bad I nearly lost it all Naw, it ain't my fault you gotta wild ass honky tonk [Chorus] 'Cause everybody got drunk and everybody got stoned They were yellin' all the words to my songs They were jerry-riggin' lighters out of telephones Still up and goin' when the kegs were gone But if you really wanna try to jack my cash this way You can tell it to my .38 You better give me my money or there'll be hell to pay [Verse 3] Said my ears are still ringin 'cause my mic was hot (uh huh) Head spinnin' from the Jager shots And I done told y'all, I ain't goin' back to jail But these here blisters on my fingers say the show straight rocked Now they're grippin' on the trigger and the hammer's cocked If I gotta get buck wild up in here I will [Chorus] 'Cause everybody got drunk and everybody got laid They were yellin' all the words to my songs We played five long sets and everybody there stayed Fork it over baby we'll be gone But if you really want to try to jack my cash this way You'll be hearin' from my .38 You better give me my money or there'll be hell to pay Yeah, you better give me my money or there'll be hell to pay There'll be hell to pay