Lyrics Cold Beer Drinker - Luke Bryan

Hey! Whiskey burns me up, wine turns my teeth all red.
Tequila makes me loco, champagne hurts my head.
But let me tell ya I′m a real big fan, of ice fishin' for them aluminum cans.

I′m just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger.
Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll.
I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger,
King of the grill and a short putt sinker,
I'm just a cold beer drinker.

Monday through 5 o′ clock Friday I′m a hard workin' man.
Responsible, kinda dull, head-down, stick to the plan.
But all my buddies know me better than that, get us all together and we start throwin′ 'em back.

I′m just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger.
Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll.
I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger,
King of the grill and a short putt sinker,
I′m just a cold beer drinker, I'm just a cold beer drinker.

As far as I'm concerned, it′s the All-American way.
Twist the top off, just to cap off the day, hey hey, hey hey, hey hey.

I′m just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger.
Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack rarin' to go.
Don′t you know I'm a killer karaoke country singer,
Top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger, king of the grill and a short putt sinker,
I′m just a cold beer drinker, I'm just a cold beer drinker, I′m just a cold beer drinker. Yeah.