Gord Bamford - Beer Cloud

Oh that sun is hot and that concretes kicking
everybody's butt and that cotton pickin' days been a long one
been there since dawn working away
like ants in a race up and down that ladder
Been thinkin' bout a cold one at Old Mally's tavern

Lookin' for a reason to just call it a day
hey we're all praying for a beer cloud
to bust through a blue sky
clear out go find a good time
pour that party bucket upside down
hey and point the bottom to the sky
chug-a-lug-a-lug it
when the bottle runs dry get some more of it
I ain't asking for a lot
just a few drops on this drought
bring on a beer cloud

Well its 100 in the shade and you're swingin' that hammer
or loadin' that hay for that hard-nosed rancher
sweatin' like a dog and watchin' that clock in slow mo
your throat is dry
your back is achin'
your neck is fried like sun-cooked bacon
you need a break
waitin' for a whistle to blow

Whoa you need a beer cloud
to bust through a blue sky
clear out go find a good time
pour that party bucket upside down
hey and point the bottom to the sky
chug-a-lug-a-lug it
when the bottle runs dry get some more of it
I ain't asking for a lot
just a few drops on this drought
come on bring on a beer cloud

We're all praying for a beer cloud
to bust through a blue sky
clear out go find a good time
pour our party bucket upside down
hey and point the bottom to the sky
chug-a-lug-a-lug it
when the bottle runs dry get some more of it
I ain't asking for a lot
just a few drops on this drought
so come on bring on a beer cloud
bring on a beer cloud
to bust through a blue sky
bring on a beer cloud

Written by:
GORD BAMFORD, JASON LEE OWENS JR., PHIL O'DONNELL

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Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Peermusic Publishing

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