Lyrics Can't Pass The Bar - Scotty McCreery

Jessie's a mechanic, his mother-in-law's a manic
His new wife's in a panic, sayin', "When you comin' home?"
Danny drives a tractor, left it in the pasture
Bosses gettin' madder 'cause he won't pick up the phone
Might not be an ivy league Einstein crowd
But when it comes to Friday night, man, we got it figured out

When the long weeks' pay checks are cashed
Where we're gonna spend it, buddy, you ain't gotta ask
When the neon lights are kickin' on
All of us are headin' to a homе away from home
We don't look like much, but wе're pretty damn smart
For some good ol' boys that can't pass the bar

Bobby's gotta cousin that says he's good for nothin'
Always makin' fun of him 'cause he doesn't own a suit
Freddy's ex-lady got a new Mercedes
From the judge she's datin' down in Baton Rouge
He's the book smart, no dart, pool shootin' kind
That's why she shows back up every other Friday night

When the long weeks' pay checks are cashed
Where we're gonna spend it, buddy, you ain't gotta ask
When the neon lights are kickin' on
All of us are headin' to a home away from home
We don't look like much, but we're pretty damn smart
For some good ol' boys that can't pass the bar

When you're raised out here, you are who you are
That two-lane road will only get you so far
We can pass around cigars, guitars, and jars
But we can't, we can't, can't pass the bar

When the long weeks' pay checks are cashed
Where we're gonna spend it, buddy, you ain't gotta ask
When the neon lights are kickin' on
All of us are headin' to a home away from home
We don't look like much, but we're pretty damn smart
For some good ol' boys that can't pass the bar
Just some good ol' boys that can't pass the bar, yeah

We can't pass the bar