Story Behind The Song

We're so blessed to be alive and making music. Sometimes you just have to stop and realize that and not take everything so seriously. We're only here for a little while! Let your hair down and have some fun. But try not to talk tough and get into trouble.

Song Description

Key: F#, BPM: 143

Lyrics

Verse:
Walked in the bar, ordered whiskey
You know what, make that a double
"Friends in Low Places" filling the room up
Shoulda known I was headed for trouble

He was flirting with me from the next seat
Woman beside him glaring over at me
The bourbon had my mouth feelin' spicy
So I asked what the hell I could help her see

And apparently it was her man flirting with me

Chorus:
I talk tough
But my butt can't back it up
She had me face down so fast
I saw the barroom floor scuffed up

I've been down, but not that low
If I can just get to my feet, I think I'll go
Because I talk tough
But my butt can't back it up

Verse:
Well, that whiskey cost a little more
Than I had bargained for
The bartender peeled her off of me
I paid the man; I think it's time I leave

I sat in my car to sober up
An officer tapped the window glass
Ah great, more trouble, what is it now?
He said he didn't appreciate my sass

Well apparently cause now I'm in the backseat of his car and a K9 is licking my face

Chorus:
I talk tough
But my butt can't back it up
He had me face down so fast
I didn't realize I'd been cuffed

I've been down, but not this low
If I can make bail, I think I'll go
Because I talk tough
But my butt can't back it up

Bridge:
So we got down to the station
And, you see, I was a little intoxicated
I thought I couldn't get anymore roughed up
But I just couldn't shut up

Now next week I have to see the judge

Chorus
I talk tough
But my butt can't back it up
I caught a case so fast
Lord that's just my luck

I've been down, but not this low
If he lets me off, I think I'll go
Because I talk tough
But my butt can't back it up

Yeah, I talk tough
But my butt can't back it up