Can't Drink Enough to Sing

Dale was painfully shy back in high school
But he worked up the nerve 'n' bought Carla a ring
And he hits the open mic every Friday
But he can’t drink enough to sing
His momma said he shakes his leg like Elvis
And his daddy said he does no such thing
He hits the open mic every Friday
But he can’t drink enough to sing
And Carla says
«Honey, would you like another whiskey?
I’d love it if you’d get up on that stage
Honey, I know you think singin’s risky
But you’ve written out the lyrics on a page»
Sweat drips off his brow into his bourbon
With just the thought of bangin' on them strings
He hits the open mic every Friday
But he can’t drink enough to sing
Carla huffs and comes on to the waiter
She looks around and fiddles with her ring
She hits the open mic with him on Fridays
But he can’t drink enough to sing
And Carla says
«Honey, would you like another whiskey?
I’d love it if you’d get up on that stage
Honey, I know you think singin’s risky
But you’ve written out the lyrics on a page»
Dale wakes up face down on his momma’s driveway
With tore up lyrics and a thrown out ring
He won’t hit the open mic next Friday
â€~Cause he can’t drink enough to sing
And his momma says
«Honey, would you like another whiskey?
She’ll love you if you’ll get up on that stage
Honey, I know you think singin’s risky
But you’ve written out the lyrics on a page»
Dale was painfully shy back in high school
But he worked up the nerve 'n' bought Carla a ring
And he hits the open mic every Friday
But he can’t drink enough to sing
He just can’t drink enough to sing