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SPILT BEER Video (MV)




Performed By: The Broke Neck Reds
Language: English
Length: 3:37
Written by: Steven Hines




The Broke Neck Reds - SPILT BEER Lyrics
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My wife likes the mountains
So I left her there
How she gets home
I really don't care
I woke up one morning with snow everywhere
My bed's so cold, I wore long underwear
The next thing I knew, I was beach-bound
Visions of the bikinis and sand on the ground
I chartered a beat-up Cessna out of a South Texas town
And said, take me to a beach where livin's cheap and I can't be found
We flew south through the night, just stopping for gas a time or two
And landed in paradise, would I lie to you
Palm trees swayed in the tropical sun
The village's lone cantina had cerveza and rum
Just so happened there was an empty old hut
It was the last gringo's, all he left was a mutt
I settled right in, wiring the getaway stash my way
And worked cleaning the cantina during siesta each day
Living costs next to nothing in this little fishing town
And even if she wanted, which I doubt, I was unlikely to be found
As for the bikinis, there weren't many
But as for sand and sun, there were plenty
Even the rats don't race down here
They all get along and share spilled beer
We flew south through the night, just stopping for gas a time or two
And landed in paradise, would I lie to you
Palm trees swayed in the tropical sun
The village-loaned cantina had cerveza and rum
Just so happened there was an empty old hut
It was the last gringo's, stoned more he loved
It was the last gringo's, all he left was a mutt
It was the last gringo's, all he left was a mutt
I settled right in, wiring the getaway stash my way
And worked cleaning the cantina during siesta each day
Livin' costs next to nothing in this little fishing town
And even if she wanted, which I doubt, I was unlikely to be found
As for the bikinis, there weren't many
But as for sand and sun, there were a plenty
Even the rats don't race down here
They all get along and share spilt beer
Even the rats don't race down here
They all get along and share spilt beer
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My wife likes the mountains
So I left her there
How she gets home
I really don't care
I woke up one morning with snow everywhere
My bed's so cold, I wore long underwear
The next thing I knew, I was beach-bound
Visions of the bikinis and sand on the ground
I chartered a beat-up Cessna out of a South Texas town
And said, take me to a beach where livin's cheap and I can't be found
We flew south through the night, just stopping for gas a time or two
And landed in paradise, would I lie to you
Palm trees swayed in the tropical sun
The village's lone cantina had cerveza and rum
Just so happened there was an empty old hut
It was the last gringo's, all he left was a mutt
I settled right in, wiring the getaway stash my way
And worked cleaning the cantina during siesta each day
Living costs next to nothing in this little fishing town
And even if she wanted, which I doubt, I was unlikely to be found
As for the bikinis, there weren't many
But as for sand and sun, there were plenty
Even the rats don't race down here
They all get along and share spilled beer
We flew south through the night, just stopping for gas a time or two
And landed in paradise, would I lie to you
Palm trees swayed in the tropical sun
The village-loaned cantina had cerveza and rum
Just so happened there was an empty old hut
It was the last gringo's, stoned more he loved
It was the last gringo's, all he left was a mutt
It was the last gringo's, all he left was a mutt
I settled right in, wiring the getaway stash my way
And worked cleaning the cantina during siesta each day
Livin' costs next to nothing in this little fishing town
And even if she wanted, which I doubt, I was unlikely to be found
As for the bikinis, there weren't many
But as for sand and sun, there were a plenty
Even the rats don't race down here
They all get along and share spilt beer
Even the rats don't race down here
They all get along and share spilt beer
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Writer: Steven Hines
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