Intro (hammer) My best friend Junior, he lives two trailers down His wife MaryLou she runs the Caberet in town They've got two kids, and they dont look like him He's a tractor tech, he's a redneck, now he's gettin drunk again (Chorus) I'm talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad Tryin to remember all those crazy nights that we had Now I'm empty, I'm not sad Talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad Miss Sara Ann Bakersmith, she was my girlfriend I took her top off for the first time at the drive-in You know those had to be the coolest things I'd seen She was passed around like a bottle of crown, but she was always sweet to me (Chorus) Verse 3 Now Junior's Junior's kid, you know they call him "The Duece" And his grandma she drinks vodka in her orange juice She sells pot to kids, and she just got out of jail Junior had to sell his new John-boat just to help to raise the bail (Chorus) Solo Verse 4 Now my name's Carl Wayne, I've had two DUI's Three years ago they took my license I dont drive These boots can get me there, I live just down the street Its last call, its too far to crawl, now help me to my feet (Chorus) Just talkin bout the good times, drinkin down the bad Talkin bout the good times