[Intro] Well, the sun's goin' down on the county line, Got a six-pack chillin' and we're feelin' fine. Dust on my boots, moon on the rise, There's a little bit of Ireland in these country skies. [Verse 1] Fiddle in the corner, old guitar in the bar, Pickup trucks lined up, you can see 'em from afar. My buddy's yellin', "Pour another round!" And the whole damn place starts shakin' when that jukebox sounds. [Chorus] So raise your glass, boys, let the good times roll, Whiskey in the bottle and a fire in your soul. Sing it loud, sing it proud, till the whole bar knows, We're Irish in our hearts and country in our souls. Hey! Hey! Pour 'em up tonight, Hey! Hey! We're gonna be alright! [Verse 2] There's a redhead laughin' at the end of the bar, Said, "Cowboy, you don't look like you're from very far." I said, "Neither does that smile you're wearin' tonight," She grabbed my hand and said, "Well, buy me one, alright?" The fiddle starts flyin', everybody's on their feet, Boot heels poundin' out a Tennessee beat. From Dublin to Nashville, there's one thing we know— When the whiskey starts flowin', you don't wanna go home. [Chorus] So raise your glass, boys, let the good times roll, Whiskey in the bottle and a fire in your soul. Sing it loud, sing it proud, till the whole bar knows, We're Irish in our hearts and country in our souls. Hey! Hey! Pour 'em up tonight, Hey! Hey! We're gonna be alright! [Bridge] Here's to the ones we love, Here's to the ones we've lost, Here's to every crazy night That was worth whatever it cost. May the road rise up to meet us, May our friends never leave, And may the bartender keep pourin' 'Til we can't remember how to leave! [Final Chorus] Raise your glass, boys, let the good times roll, Whiskey in the bottle and a fire in your soul. Sing it loud, sing it proud, till the whole bar knows, We're Irish in our hearts and country in our souls. Hey! Hey! One more for the road! Hey! Hey! Let that fiddle explode! [Outro] From the green hills of Ireland To the backroads of Tennessee, We're just a bunch of country fools Drinkin' like we're family. So bartender, pour 'em up— Tonight ain't over yet!
