Guitars and Grain Belt

Summertime, the Fourth of July
I'll be headin' downtown
With a bunch of the guys
Ain't looking for trouble, ain't looking for a fight
We just want a little fun on a Saturday night
Somethin' that'll give us a little more to talk about
Somethin' that won't let us down and leave us all wantin'
Mister can you tell us where to find all that 'round here?

Pick up the tempo
Turn up the band
Put a tall, cold beer in my hand
Gimme guitars and a Grain Belt and a good time
Don't want to find myself too far Uptown
Just a friendly place where the music's loud
Gimme guitars and a Grain Belt and a good time

And later on, when the music’s died
And the crowd thins out
We'll head outside
Let our voices heal, say our goodbyes
Watch the cherry moon sink past the prairie skyline
One more night: successfully wasted
Summer's ripe, I can almost taste it
Eight more hours and we'll do it all again

Pick up the tempo
Turn up the band
Put a tall, cold beer in my hand
Gimme guitars and a Grain Belt and a good time
Don't want to find myself too far Uptown
Just a friendly place where the music's loud
Gimme guitars and a Grain Belt and a good time