Låtskapere
Tekstforfatter/ Komponist/ Arrangør: Arthur Stulien
Arrangør: Hugo Risdal
Produsent: Hugo Risdal
Lydtekniker: Nicolai Herwell
Mastering: Cool V Mastering S.L.
Musikere:
Arthur Stulien - Vokal
Hugo Risdal - Gitarer og bass
Stig L. Værnes - Trommer
Jenee Fleenor - Fele
Vidar Dale - Steel gitar
Nicolai Herwell - Kor
Tekst
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
Shot after shot, ain't slowin’ down
Our bar’s open late, and 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
Refreng
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