[ Featuring Luke Combs ]
A cold beer is what we came in here for
One or two or maybe more
I guess we were gettin' just a little too loud
For this wine and cheese crowd
They stare like we were from outer space
"Don't care," was written all over our face
Now we're on a mission
We don't need permission
We're here to raise the bar
Give the place some working class
Drink a toast and raise our glass
To the ones you know who'd go over the top
And then take it up a notch
We're wearing our names on the front of our shirts
Stained with a little blue-collar dirt
These holes in the soles of our boots, they ain't who we are
Yeah, we're here to raise the bar
At first, they didn't say too much
They really didn't know what to think of us
So we broke out in an old drinkin' song
Before you knew it, they were singin' along
We're here to raise the bar
Give the place some working class
Drink a toast and raise our glass
To the ones you know who'd go over the top
And then take it up a notch
We're wearing our names on the front of our shirts
Stained with a little blue-collar dirt
These holes in the soles of our boots, they ain't who we are
Yeah, we're here to raise the bar
Pour another round of shots
Pour until we're dancing on the table tops
Pour 'til they get last call
'Cause after all
We're here to raise the bar
And give the place some working class
Drink a toast and raise our glass
To the ones you know who'd go over the top
And then take it up a notch
We're wearing our names on the front of our shirts
Stained with a little blue-collar dirt
These holes in the soles of our boots, they ain't who we are
Yeah, you might think that we're taking this a little too far
But we're here to raise the bar
(Yeah, we're here to raise the bar)
