Besedila: Trent Willmon. Little More Livin. Good One Comin' On.

Two six-packs of shiner,
A ninety-nine cent butane lighter.
Lucky Strikes an' a fifth of Patron.
Ice down that Igloo cooler;
A tank of gas, that oughta do her:
Feels like a good one comin' on.

Throw in Ray Wylie-Hubbard;
Sing along to "Redneck Mother":
Any blues I had before are gone.
Another week of work is over;
No chance of stayin' sober;
I can feel a good one comin' on.

Yeah, we're gonna roll all night.
We're gonna get to feelin' right.
We're gonna keep this party rockin' till the break of dawn.
Yeah, I can feel a good one comin' on.

Three blondes in a rag-top Mustang,
Followed us out to the lake,
An' hell it didn't have to think about that too long.
Skinny dippin' in the bright moonlight;
Situation couldn't be more right.
Looks like a good one comin' on.

Yeah, we're gonna roll all night.
We're gonna get to feelin' right.
We're gonna keep this party rockin' till the break of dawn.
I can feel a good one;
It looks like a good one;
I can feel a good one comin' on.

Yeah, we're gonna roll all night.
We're gonna get to feelin' right.
We're gonna keep this party rockin' till the break of dawn.
Looks like a good one;
Yeah, I can feel a good one;
It looks like a good one comin' on.

Yeah, I can feel a good one;
Don't it look like a good one;
I can feel a good one comin' on.