Longneck List

Cole Swindell



There’s a new ex-husband got taken to the cleaners
And a corner booth looks like it’s got a couple cheaters
And a guitar picker tryin’ to live off an empty tip jar
A cowboy just put down an old dog
Tryin’ to look tough while he’s tyin’ one on
Neon light’s just right for the fallin’ apart
That’s what we are

Everybody got a longneck list of problems
Hopin’ that an ice cold, cold one’s gonna solve ’em
So we saddle on up and we knock ’em on down
Tryin’ to get down to the heartbroke bottom
Of a longneck list of problems
A long, long longneck
Long, long longneck

Your team just lost, so you’re about to lose it
Sick of your boss, and you’re ’bout to say, “Screw it”
Then suddenly a cowgirl asks why you’re sittin’ alone
She said, “Boy, you oughta loosen up your barstool buckle”
She kinda looks a little like Travis Tritt trouble
You got yourself two left boots, but hell, when in Rome

Everybody got a longneck list of problems
Hopin’ that an ice cold, cold one’s gonna solve ’em
So we saddle on up and we knock ’em on down
Tryin’ to get down to the heartbroke bottom
Of a longneck list of problems

Hey bartender, we got a situation
Everybody in here needs another libation
Hey bartender, we got us a dilemma
And you’re the only one that’s gonna help us

We got ourselves a longneck list of problems
Hopin’ that an ice cold, cold one’s gonna solve ’em
So we saddle on up and we knock ’em on down
Tryin’ to get down to the heartbroke bottom
Of a longneck list of problems

Everybody got a long, long longneck
A long, long longneck
A long, long longneck list of problems

Awe, that’s right


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