| Song | Here's To The Good Times |
| Artist | Florida Georgia Line |
| Album | Here's To The Good Times |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Let’s turn it up loud, mix it up strong | |
| Lean it back slow, get your feel good on | |
| Cut ’em off short, roll it up tight | |
| Let it unwind tonight | |
| Drop down the top down on the Pontiac | |
| Where ever you wind up is where the party’s at | |
| Break out the bottle of Bacardi black | |
| And don’t look back ’cause | |
| Here’s to the good times, here’s to the sunshine | |
| Here’s to the ice you float your beer in | |
| To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin’ | |
| Oh my, my | |
| She’s a little bit tipsy | |
| Leans in for a kiss, she’s stealin’ your heart just like a gypsy | |
| And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin’ in her eyes | |
| Here’s to the good times, while there’s still time | |
| Well lay it all out, spray it on sweet | |
| Carve it in oak and permanent ink | |
| Park it way back, fog it on up | |
| Singin’ ohh, ohh | |
| Radio spillin’ from a single cab | |
| She looks so good with her silver tabs | |
| Hangin’ on a branch by the river | |
| That’s a memory that’ll get you when you look back | |
| Here’s to the good times, here’s to the sunshine | |
| Here’s to the ice you float your beer in | |
| To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin’ | |
| Oh my, my | |
| She’s a little bit tipsy | |
| Leans in for a kiss, she’s stealin’ your heart just like a gypsy | |
| And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin’ in her eyes | |
| Here’s to the good times, while there’s still time | |
| Drop down the top down on the Pontiac | |
| Where ever you wind up is where the party’s at | |
| Break out the bottle of Bacardi black | |
| And don’t look back ’cause | |
| Here’s to the good times, here’s to the sunshine | |
| Here’s to the ice you float your beer in | |
| To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin’ | |
| Oh my, my | |
| She’s a little bit tipsy | |
| Leans in for a kiss, she’s stealin’ your heart just like a gypsy | |
| And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin’ in her eyes | |
| Here’s to the good times | |
| Here’s to the good times and the moonshine | |
| And the blue eyes under the moonlight | |
| Here’s to the good times |
| Let' s turn it up loud, mix it up strong | |
| Lean it back slow, get your feel good on | |
| Cut ' em off short, roll it up tight | |
| Let it unwind tonight | |
| Drop down the top down on the Pontiac | |
| Where ever you wind up is where the party' s at | |
| Break out the bottle of Bacardi black | |
| And don' t look back ' cause | |
| Here' s to the good times, here' s to the sunshine | |
| Here' s to the ice you float your beer in | |
| To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin' | |
| Oh my, my | |
| She' s a little bit tipsy | |
| Leans in for a kiss, she' s stealin' your heart just like a gypsy | |
| And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin' in her eyes | |
| Here' s to the good times, while there' s still time | |
| Well lay it all out, spray it on sweet | |
| Carve it in oak and permanent ink | |
| Park it way back, fog it on up | |
| Singin' ohh, ohh | |
| Radio spillin' from a single cab | |
| She looks so good with her silver tabs | |
| Hangin' on a branch by the river | |
| That' s a memory that' ll get you when you look back | |
| Here' s to the good times, here' s to the sunshine | |
| Here' s to the ice you float your beer in | |
| To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin' | |
| Oh my, my | |
| She' s a little bit tipsy | |
| Leans in for a kiss, she' s stealin' your heart just like a gypsy | |
| And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin' in her eyes | |
| Here' s to the good times, while there' s still time | |
| Drop down the top down on the Pontiac | |
| Where ever you wind up is where the party' s at | |
| Break out the bottle of Bacardi black | |
| And don' t look back ' cause | |
| Here' s to the good times, here' s to the sunshine | |
| Here' s to the ice you float your beer in | |
| To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin' | |
| Oh my, my | |
| She' s a little bit tipsy | |
| Leans in for a kiss, she' s stealin' your heart just like a gypsy | |
| And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin' in her eyes | |
| Here' s to the good times | |
| Here' s to the good times and the moonshine | |
| And the blue eyes under the moonlight | |
| Here' s to the good times |
| Let' s turn it up loud, mix it up strong | |
| Lean it back slow, get your feel good on | |
| Cut ' em off short, roll it up tight | |
| Let it unwind tonight | |
| Drop down the top down on the Pontiac | |
| Where ever you wind up is where the party' s at | |
| Break out the bottle of Bacardi black | |
| And don' t look back ' cause | |
| Here' s to the good times, here' s to the sunshine | |
| Here' s to the ice you float your beer in | |
| To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin' | |
| Oh my, my | |
| She' s a little bit tipsy | |
| Leans in for a kiss, she' s stealin' your heart just like a gypsy | |
| And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin' in her eyes | |
| Here' s to the good times, while there' s still time | |
| Well lay it all out, spray it on sweet | |
| Carve it in oak and permanent ink | |
| Park it way back, fog it on up | |
| Singin' ohh, ohh | |
| Radio spillin' from a single cab | |
| She looks so good with her silver tabs | |
| Hangin' on a branch by the river | |
| That' s a memory that' ll get you when you look back | |
| Here' s to the good times, here' s to the sunshine | |
| Here' s to the ice you float your beer in | |
| To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin' | |
| Oh my, my | |
| She' s a little bit tipsy | |
| Leans in for a kiss, she' s stealin' your heart just like a gypsy | |
| And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin' in her eyes | |
| Here' s to the good times, while there' s still time | |
| Drop down the top down on the Pontiac | |
| Where ever you wind up is where the party' s at | |
| Break out the bottle of Bacardi black | |
| And don' t look back ' cause | |
| Here' s to the good times, here' s to the sunshine | |
| Here' s to the ice you float your beer in | |
| To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin' | |
| Oh my, my | |
| She' s a little bit tipsy | |
| Leans in for a kiss, she' s stealin' your heart just like a gypsy | |
| And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin' in her eyes | |
| Here' s to the good times | |
| Here' s to the good times and the moonshine | |
| And the blue eyes under the moonlight | |
| Here' s to the good times |