| To the way the moonlight’s shining |
| In this water tower sky |
| To the back roads we been driving |
| On our way out here tonight |
| To a bunch of pickups around a bonfire |
| Lot a guitar picking on car tires |
| For the music and for the love |
| I thank the good Lord above |
| Here’s to mama, here’s to Jesus |
| Here’s to all my party people |
| Here’s to good times, here’s to freedom |
| And all the ones who ain’t made it back home |
| Here’s to football, here’s to tailgates |
| Here’s to working all week for Saturdays |
| Grab a bottle, crack a can |
| Raise your hand |
| Here’s to beer, cheers |
| Yeah, to neon lights and crop towns |
| Drop dead gorgeous knockouts |
| Good old dogs and large mouths |
| And granddad’s hand-me-down Ford |
| Yeah, to cowboy boots and blue jeans |
| To home-cooked meals and home teams |
| Yeah, we all got at least one thing |
| That we can be thankful for |
| So here’s to mama, here’s to Jesus |
| Here’s to all my party people |
| Here’s to good times, here’s to freedom |
| And all the ones who ain’t made it back home |
| Here’s to football, here’s to tailgates |
| Here’s to working all week for Saturdays |
| Grab a bottle, crack a can |
| Raise your hand |
| Here’s to beer, cheers |
| If there’s one thing I believe in |
| There’s always a drink worth drinking |
| You don’t always need a reason |
| Other than a beer’s ice cold |
| So here’s to mama, here’s to Jesus |
| Here’s to all my party people |
| Here’s to good times, here’s to freedom |
| And all the ones who ain’t made it back home |
| Here’s to football, here’s to tailgates |
| Here’s to working all week for Saturdays |
| Grab a bottle, crack a can |
| Raise your hand |
| Here’s to beer, cheers |