Song credits
Lyricist/ Composer/ Arranger: Arthur Stulien
Arranger: Hugo Risdal
Producer: Hugo Risdal
Sound engineer: Nicolai Herwell
Mastering: Cool V Mastering S.L.
Musicians
Arthur Stulien - Vocal
Hugo Risdal - Guitars and bass
Stig L. Værnes - Drums
Jenee Fleenor - Fiddle
Vidar Dale - Steel guitar
Nicolai Herwell - Backing vocals
Lyrics
Got my boys 'round the fire, cooler full of ice
Friday night’s callin’, time to let loose, roll the dice
Crank the country up, let the bassline hit
Truck bed’s rockin’ like we don’t give a sh..
— well, you get it
Ain’t no worries 'round here, we’re just killin’ some time
I’ll grab another round, y’all can sip on mine
It’s shot after shot, and we ain't slowin’ down
Our bar’s open late, we’re runnin’ this town
So somebody pour one up, make it tall and strong
Here’s to drinking it right, and singing it wrong
Tearing up the town, raising hell tonight
Ain’t thinking ‘bout the morning, just the neon lights
Chasing a buzz, gonna drink ‘til we’re stuck
So somebody pour one up, let’s get wild as…
— well, y’all know what
This girl next to me, sippin’ on a Jack
She smiled, I said “Hold up, I’ll be right back"
Grabbed two shots, made a toast to the night
She said, “What’s your name?”, I said, “It’s whatever you like”
No worries, no doubts, just whiskey and time
Rolling along where the good times shine
Chorus
The night's still young, the band's playing loud
The drinks pour fast, while the sun burns out
Boots on the floor and the stars up high
We’ll keep it going ‘til the morning light
Chorus
Yeah, pour one up
Somebody pour one up