
And Countin' Songtext
It's been a fifty-hour week and countin'
Another two hundred miles on the old wide jeep and countin'
Got a hole in the roof and a hole in the sink
What's it gonna take to fix two leaks
Couple hundred bucks each and countin'
I know, I said, one more two hours ago and
I know, I said, by this time I'd be back home but
Here I sit and here I'll stay
I don't know how many cold beers it takes to wash a bad week away
Another two hundred miles on the old wide jeep and countin'
Got a hole in the roof and a hole in the sink
What's it gonna take to fix two leaks
Couple hundred bucks each and countin'
I know, I said, one more two hours ago and
I know, I said, by this time I'd be back home but
Here I sit and here I'll stay
I don't know how many cold beers it takes to wash a bad week away
One, two, three, and countin'
Yeah, three of my buddies just showed up and countin'
The old braves just cost us fifty bucks and countin'
I got a four beer buzz and a for sure bet my sweetheart's about to beat my ass
Four missed calls, five missed texts and countin'
I know, I said, one more three hours ago and
I know, I said, by this time I'd be back home but
Here I sit and here I'll stay
I don't know how many cold beers it takes to wash a bad week away
Four, five, six and I'm still countin'
Those bottles, cans, tops, and tabs are piling up like a mountain
And countin'
I know, I said, one more four hours ago and
I know, I said, by this time I'd be back home but
Here I sit and here I'll stay
Don't know how many cold beers it takes to wash a bad week away Seven, eight, ten and countin'
Oh, I'm still countin'
And countin'
Yeah, three of my buddies just showed up and countin'
The old braves just cost us fifty bucks and countin'
I got a four beer buzz and a for sure bet my sweetheart's about to beat my ass
Four missed calls, five missed texts and countin'
I know, I said, one more three hours ago and
I know, I said, by this time I'd be back home but
Here I sit and here I'll stay
I don't know how many cold beers it takes to wash a bad week away
Four, five, six and I'm still countin'
Those bottles, cans, tops, and tabs are piling up like a mountain
And countin'
I know, I said, one more four hours ago and
I know, I said, by this time I'd be back home but
Here I sit and here I'll stay
Don't know how many cold beers it takes to wash a bad week away Seven, eight, ten and countin'
Oh, I'm still countin'
And countin'