Lyrics

Bobby played for high stakes, couldn't put on the brakes
was busted up from toes to head.
Bobby he was old school, yet he played the new fool,
Can't believe he wasn't yet dead.
What he lacked for brains he made up with balls.
Drinkin hard and gettin in brawls,
Singin three things that make life worth livin'
Drinkin beer, raisin hell and lovin women.

Bobby drank for keeps, got himself in deep
knockin up the boss' wife
Bobby didn't lose cool, sat up on that bar stool
pickin at his teeth with a knife
What he lacked for brains he made up with balls.
Drinkin hard and gettin in brawls,
Singin three things that make life worth livin'
Drinkin beer, raisin hell and lovin women.

Bossman nearly lost it- said I'ma kill you
and made a lunge for Bobby's throat.
Bobby stepped aside, took Bossman's bride,
and sped off in his motor boat.
What he lacked for brains he made up with balls.
Drinkin hard and gettin in brawls,
Singin three things that make life worth livin'
Drinkin beer, raisin hell and lovin women.