Brenden Oliver

Brenden Oliver

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"Makin' The Rounds"

Written By: Brenden Oliver & Michael Arwood

Jump out of the cab at 10 ‘til 11,
Can’t wait for that first sip to taste like heaven,
So we’re skipping the line through the back alley door.
Jeff’s workin’ tonight so we walk right in,
Head straight for the bar, but to my chagrin,
I see a one night stand from three weeks before.

Made up an excuse why I never called,
Told her sorry, but I ain’t got time to talk,
My friends are movin’ on to the honkytonk down the street.
Hightail it out the door ‘til we’re in the clear,
But wind up in a pretty dead atmosphere,
Though that’s about to change, cause the first round’s on me.

We need 4 shots of Jaeger, a bucket of beer,
And whatever they want for the girls right here.
Just another stop on our Saturday night,
Then we’re off to the next set of neon lights.
Tearin’ up Tootsie’s, until they kick us out.
But before they do here’s to gettin’ loud.
We’re makin’ the rounds.

We see pink cowboy hats and a bridal veil,
Dancin’ over that corner bar’s balcony rail,
And we quickly agree, that’s where we wanna be.
Fight our way through the crowd, ‘til we’re finally there,
Forget the pickup lines, all they need to hear.
Is “Ladies don’t worry, the next round’s on me.”

We need 4 shots of Jaeger, a bucket of beer,
And whatever they want for the girls right here.
Just another stop on our Saturday night,
Then we’re off to the next set of neon lights.
Rippin’ up Rippy’s, until they kick us out.
But before they do here’s to gettin’ loud.
We’re makin’ the rounds.

Some Lonnie’s karaoke at the end of the night
We’ll be singin’ so bad, that it sounds just right.
Just honky tonkin’ buddies simply havin’ a ball,
Yellin’ “Friends In Low Places” ‘til we hear last call.

We need 4 shots of Jaeger, a bucket of beer,
And whatever they want for the girls right here.
One last stop on our Saturday night,
Gotta wake up tomorrow for Jesus Christ.
Closin’ down Lonnie’s, until they kick us out.
But before they do here’s to gettin’ loud.
We’re makin’ the rounds.
Yeah, we’re makin’ the rounds.

Makin' The Rounds

Written By: Brenden Oliver & Michael Arwood

Jump out of the cab at 10 ‘til 11,
Can’t wait for that first sip to taste like heaven,
So we’re skippin’ the line through the back alley door.
Jeff’s workin’ tonight so we walk right in,
Head straight for the bar, but to my chagrin,
I see a one night stand from three weeks before.

Made up an excuse why I never called,
Told her sorry, but I ain’t got time to talk,
My friends are movin’ on to the bar down the street.
Hightail it out the door ‘til we’re in the clear,
But wind up in a pretty dead atmosphere,
Though that’s about to change, cause the first round’s on me.

We need 4 shots of Jaeger, a bucket of beer,
And whatever they want for the girls right here.
Just another stop on our Saturday night,
Then we’re off to the next set of neon lights.
Tearin’ up Tootsie’s, until they kick us out.
But before they do here’s to gettin’ loud.
We’re makin’ the rounds.

We see pink cowboy hats and a bridal veil,
Dancin’ over that corner bar’s balcony rail,
And we quickly agree, that’s where we wanna be.
Fight our way through the crowd, ‘til we’re finally there,
Forget the pickup lines, all they need to hear.
Is “Ladies don’t worry, the next round’s on me.”

We need 4 shots of Jaeger, a bucket of beer,
And whatever they want for the girls right here.
Just another stop on our Saturday night,
Then we’re off to the next set of neon lights.
Rippin’ up Rippy’s, until they kick us out.
But before they do here’s to gettin’ loud.
We’re makin’ the rounds.

A little Lonnie’s karaoke at the end of the night
We’ll be singin’ so bad, that it sounds just right.
Just honky tonkin’ buddies simply havin’ a ball,
Yellin’ “Friends In Low Places” ‘til we hear last call.

We need 4 shots of Jaeger, a bucket of beer,
And whatever they want for the girls right here.
One last stop on our Saturday night,
Gotta wake up tomorrow for Jesus Christ.
Closin’ down Lonnie’s, until they kick us out.
But before they do here’s to gettin’ loud.
We’re makin’ the rounds.

Makin' The Rounds

Written By: Brenden Oliver & Michael Arwood

Jump out of the cab at 10 ‘til 11,
Can’t wait for that first sip to taste like heaven,
So we’re skippin’ the line through the back alley door.
Jeff’s workin’ tonight so we walk right in,
Head straight for the bar, but to my chagrin,
I see a one night stand from three weeks before.

Made up an excuse why I never called,
Told her sorry, but I ain’t got time to talk,
My friends are movin’ on to the bar down the street.
Hightail it out the door ‘til we’re in the clear,
But wind up in a pretty dead atmosphere,
Though that’s about to change, cause the first round’s on me.

We need 4 shots of Jager, a bucket of beer,
And whatever they want for the girls right here.
Just another stop on our Saturday night,
Then we’re off to the next set of neon lights.
Tearin’ up Tootsie’s, until they kick us out.
But before they do here’s to gettin’ loud.
We’re Makin’ The Rounds.

We see pink cowboy hats and a bridal veil,
Dancin’ over that corner bar’s balcony rail,
And we quickly agree, that’s where we wanna be.
Fight our way through the crowd, ‘til we’re finally there,
Forget the pickup lines, all they need to hear.
Is “Ladies don’t worry, the next round’s on me.”

We need 4 shots of Jager, a bucket of beer,
And whatever they want for the girls right here.
Just another stop on our Saturday night,
Then we’re off to the next set of neon lights.
Rippin’ up Rippy’s, until they kick us out.
But before they do here’s to gettin’ loud.
We’re Makin’ The Rounds.

A little Lonnie’s karaoke at the end of the night
We’ll be singin’ so bad, that it sounds just right.
Just honky tonkin’ buddies simply havin’ a ball,
Yellin’ “Friends In Low Places” ‘til we hear last call.

We need 4 shots of Jager, a bucket of beer,
And whatever they want for the girls right here.
One last stop on our Saturday night,
Gotta wake up tomorrow for Jesus Christ.
Closin’ down Lonnie’s, until they kick us out.
But before they do here’s to gettin’ loud.
We’re Makin’ The Rounds.