YOU’RE DRUNK, GO HOME (feat. Kelsea Ballerini & Carly Pearce)

Kelsea Ballerini everyone

Give her a warm welcome

Give her a round of applause

Check, check

One, two, one, two, three

Hit it

I bet you still live with your mama

Down in her basement, tryin' to be Nirvana

Playing with your guitar all afternoon

You got the kinda face where it might've been a maybe

But you got a lot to learn 'bout flirtin' with a lady

I'm down to talk dirty, but you started talking dirty too soon

You're drunk, go home

If you're tryna hook up, gotta do it alone

The way you're slurring and the way you stumble

Ain't no way you're gonna get my number

Hеy, walk away

So me and my girls can do our thing

I ain't looking for a one-night rodeo

You'rе drunk (uh-oh), go home

I think they might've overserved you George Dickel

Now your friends are all gone, got yourself in a pickle

This bar'll run dry 'fore I let you split a ride with me, baby

Yeah, I know you're a Virgo, that's the third time you told me

Just 'cause I am too doesn't mean that you know me

You're just a dog and barking up the wrong damn tree

You're drunk, go home (go home)

If you're tryna hook up, gotta do it alone

The way you're slurring and the way you stumble

Ain't no way you're gonna get my number

Hey, walk away (walk away)

So me and my girls can do our thing

I ain't looking for a one-night rodeo

You're drunk (yep), go home (woo, alright)

Play some country music, boys

Uh-huh

You're drunk, go home (bye)

Any other night I might've throw you a bone

But the way you're slurring and the way you stumble

Ain't no way you're gonna get my number

Hey, walk away (walk away)

So me and my girls can do our thing (can do our thing)

I ain't looking for a one-night rodeo (I'm not, nope, woo)

You ain't nothin' but a dive bar Romeo

You're drunk, go home (ha, haha, ee-aw, haha)