I've seen myself wide open spaces
But it's hard to beat a six-string at a bar
'Cause whenever I hear Friends in Low Places
I can't help but drop my money in that jar
I tell 'em, "Take me back to Strawberry Wine"
Raise 'em up and killin' time
Singing every word to Mama Tried
Oh, I thank Jesus for country music gold
From Sweet Home Alabama to Waylon, Cash, and Jones
When my soul needs healing, I grab my guitar
'Cause my favorite memories are the ones that start at a honkytonk bar
At a honkytonk bar
I could be sittin' on a Rocky Mountain high
Sippin' on some Tennessee whiskey
Give me Buffet on a beachin' kinda night
Where the cover band plays early Kenny Chesney
I tell 'em, "Take me back to Strawberry Wine"
Raise 'em up and killin' time
Singing every word to Mama Tried
Oh, I thank Jesus for country music gold
From Sweet Home Alabama to Waylon, Cash, and Jones
When my soul needs healing, I grab my guitar
'Cause my favorite memories are the ones that start at a honkytonk bar
At a honkytonk bar
So if you wave goodbye to Earl and hey Jolene (hey Jolene)
Well, raise 'em up to the sky and sing with me
Yeah, I thank Jesus for country music gold
From Sweet Home Alabama to Waylon, Cash, and Jones
When my soul needs healing I grab my guitar
'Cause my favorite memories are the ones that start at a honkytonk bar
At a honkytonk bar
And take me back to Strawberry Wine, baby, oh-oh
Killin' time
