Clayton nodded and played a G chord, and she started to sing . . .
Congratulations are in order
I drank five shots and three highballs
And I danced on the tables
While the bartender poured Black Label
Some say I was drunk
But they’re just mistaken
I did a good job of drinking
Hell, yeah!
The next place we went to
Was a dive bar in Nashville
And people were so proud of me
For downing four shots of whiskey
Some say I was drunk
But they’re just mistaken
I did a good job of drinking
Hell, yeah!
When they hollered last call
I ordered an OldFashioned—tall
And I spent all my money
But I thought it was kinda funny
Some say I was drunk
But they’re just mistaken
I did a good job of drinking
Hell, yeah!
I woke up unscathed
Both gobsmacked and amazed
And I thanked the Good Lord
For that last heavy pour
Some say I was drunk
