Beer For My Horses (featuring Willie Nelson) Lyrics

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Beer For My Horses (featuring Willie Nelson) Lyrics

by Toby Keith

Well a man come on the 6 o’clock news

Said somebody’s been shot, somebody’s been abused

Somebody blew up a building

Somebody stole a car

Somebody got away

Somebody didn’t get too far yeah

They didn’t get too far



Grandpappy told my pappy, back in my day, son

A man had to answer for the wicked that he done

Take all the rope in Texas

Find a tall oak tree, round up all of them bad boys

Hang them high in the street for all the people to see that



Justice is the one thing you should always find

You got to saddle up your boys

You got to draw a hard line

When the gun smoke settles we’ll sing a victory tune

We’ll all meet back at the local saloon

We’ll raise up our glasses against evil forces

Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my horses



We got too many gangsters doing dirty deeds

We’ve got too much corruption, too much crime in the streets

It’s time the long arm of the law put a few more in the ground

Send ’em all to their maker and he’ll settle ’em down

You can bet he’ll set ’em down ’cause



Justice is the one thing you should always find

You got to saddle up your boys

You got to draw a hard line

When the gun smoke settles we’ll sing a victory tune

We’ll all meet back at the local saloon

We’ll raise up our glasses against evil forces

Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my horses



Justice is the one thing you should always find

You got to saddle up your boys

You got to draw a hard line

When the gun smoke settles we’ll sing a victory tune

We’ll all meet back at the local saloon

We’ll raise up our glasses against evil forces

Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my horses