The Chill Song

The Chill Song - Gary P. Nunn

Let's drink another beer,

Tell a hard luck story.

And maybe we can make it through the night.

We'll count up all the times,

They had to pour us out of here,

And before you know it,

It's gonna be tomorrow night.

So open the door,

Bring on the women.

Go to the ice box,

And get me a beer.

Start your fire on the cooker,

Get your chili ready.

Cause before you know it,

It's gonna be tomorrow night.

That's right

Before you know it,

It's gonna be tomorrow night.

The simple truths are hard to come by.

Some people think we're strange,

Just a little bit crazy,

Cause we can see tomorrow, yesterday.

We live a life of freedom,

They're all searching for,

And before you know it,

It's gonna be tomorrow night.

Open the door,

Bring on the women.

Bring on the women.

Go to the ice box,

Go to the ice box,

Get me a beer.

And get me a beer.

Start your fire on the cooker,

Start your fire on the cooker,

Get your chili ready.

Get your chili ready.

Cause before you know it,

Cause before you know it,

It's gonna be tomorrow night.

It's gonna be tomorrow night.

Yes before you know it,

It's gonna be tomorrow night.