Old Dog, New Tricks
Country Singer

Verse 1:
Well, it’s Friday night, the boys wanna play,
But there’s two of us here, and we’re feelin' this way.
Me and my dog, we’ve had enough,
Of those fizzy drinks, that just ain't our stuff.

Chorus:
Oh, we hate White Claws and Bud Light,
Give us a whiskey and we'll be alright.
We’ll raise our glasses, toast to the stars,
Me and my dog, we don't need those bars.

Verse 2:
We’ve got that old truck, and we’ll hit the dirt road,
With the windows down, yeah, that’s our code.
While the world sips flavors that just taste so wrong,
We’ll laugh and howl to our favorite song.

Chorus:
Oh, we hate White Claws and Bud Light,
Give us a whiskey and we'll be alright.
We’ll raise our glasses, toast to the stars,
Me and my dog, we don't need those bars.

Bridge:
So here’s to cold brews that warm the heart,
Not those trendy drinks that tear us apart.
With every sip of the good stuff we find,
We’ll share this bond, leave the rest behind.

Verse 3:
So let the others drink their fancy sips,
We’ll stick to our roots, tellin' tales with quips.
And if someone walks by in skinny jeans and a mullet,
I’ll make my dog bite, 'cause that guy ain't got the guts to pull it.

Chorus:
Oh, we hate White Claws and Bud Light,
Give us a whiskey and we'll be alright.
We’ll raise our glasses, toast to the stars,
Me and my dog, we don't need those bars.

Outro:
So if you see us out, don’t bring that can,
We’ll take a straight shot, just me and my man.
With laughter and joy, we'll hold on tight,
My dog and I, we’re livin' it right.