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"Let The Whiskey Fall" was written by Buck Johnson, Damon Johnson, Bill Brandt, Walter Brandt, Seven Williams.
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Its Friday night, the bar is starting to thump
Some sexy senorita is fillin up my mug
Big John Brandt, hes watchin the floor
Hell buy you a drink and then hell pound two more

Coyotes, they are singin as they dance on the bar
Bells start ringin as they fill up the jar
Local boys are rowdy and theyre startin to howl
Belly shots are firin, man, it burns going down

Me and the band, we came to have some fun
And we wont stop playin till the last bottles done

Lets all get away, make life a holiday
Drink Southern Comfort till the sun comes up
Lets all celebrate, last call will have to wait
Hey bartender let the whiskey fall

When the clock hits 12, the drinks are two for one
Its a guaranteed good time for everyone
Spendin our paychecks, chuggin down long necks
Raise a lotta hell, yeah, have a little fun

Steppin on peanuts, checkin out nice, what?
I didnt say it but you know what I mean
The bands still playing strong, everybody sing along
'Hotel California', 'Sweet Home Alabama'

Lets all get away, make life a holiday
Drink Southern Comfort till the sun comes up
Lets all celebrate, last call will have to wait
Hey bartender let the whiskey fall

Dont have to hop on a plane
Or sail down to Montego Bay
Yeah, the partys right here with me and the boys
Let the whiskey fall, come on, make some noise

Lets all get away, make life a holiday
Drink Southern Comfort till the sun comes up
Lets all celebrate, last call will have to wait
Hey bartender let the whiskey fall

Hey bartender
(Hey bartender)
Hey bartender
(Hey bartender)

We're spendin our paychecks
(Hey bartender)
We're chuggin down long necks
(Hey bartender)

Yeah, we're raise a lotta hell, yeah
(Raise lotta hell, yeah)
Yeah, 'Sweet Home Alabama'
('Sweet Home Alabama')

And everybody's rocking and there's no last call
Hey bartender let the whiskey fall

Songwriters
BUCK JOHNSON, DAMON JOHNSON, BILL BRANDT, WALTER BRANDT, SEVEN WILLIAMS

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