He This old man and me

were at the bar and we

front were hav in’ us some beers and

swap He pin’ was I a mil don’t cares.

know.” We Talk in’ pol i tics,

’bout blonde and red haired chicks,

old dogs and put new tricks and like hab its we do ain’t kicked.

We talked a bout God’s grace

and all the hell we raised.

said, “These damn Then I heard the old man (Bb)say,

“But “God is great, beer is good,

and peo ple are cra zy.”

He said, “I fought two wars,

been mar ried and di vorced.”

front What brings you to O hi o?

He He said, was “Damn a mil if I he, he talked an hour or two

some ev ’ry girl we knew,

what all we mad ’em through, and But two ol’ boys do ’ll do.

We pon dered life and death.

He lit a cig a rette,

said, “These damn Then I things ’ll kill me (Bb)yet.

“But God is great, beer is good,

and peo ple are cra zy.”

The last call was two A.

M.,

I said good bye to him.

I nev er talked to him a gain.

God is great, beer is good,

and peo ple are cra zy.

God is great, beer is good,

and peo ple are cra zy.