Trace Adkins se narodil 13. ledna 1962 v malém Lousiánském městě Sarepta. Již od dětství hrál na kytaru a poslouchal klasickou country, soul a rokenrol.
Poté, co absolvoval střední školu, přihlásil se Trace na technickou universitu v...
Píseň: Hold My Beer
- Interpret:
- Trace Adkins
- Album:
- Cowboy's Back In Town
Oh, dearly beloved We are gathered up in here today To join in holy monogamony This dear feller And this ol' gal he brought with him The weddin' chapel couldn't get more packed The lovebirds were dressed in white and black The preacher turned to the groom and asked Him to slip the ring on her left hand He turned to his best man And said, "Hold my beer" "This won't take long" "And I want it back" "And I don't want it gone" "I trust you, buddy" "Here, hold my beer" I now pronounce you Y'all They cut the cake and they poured champagne They mock-paraded and formed a train They crashed right into the groom's old flame As she came crashin' in The new bride was kinda green And said, "Hold my beer" "This won't take long" "And I want it back" "And I don't want it gone" "I trust you, honey" "Here, hold my beer" When the catfight broke up, the band broke in Did some hagglin' and hankerin' some cash When somebody's cousin that nobody knew Yelled, "What's with this hill-billy crap?" You could've heard a pin drop And then, "Hold my beer" "This won't take long" "And I want it back" "And I don't want it gone" "Somebody, hold my beer" "This won't take long" "And I want it back" "And I don't want it gone" "I trust you, buddy" "Here, hold my beer" Ya, no, no, just hold it, no I wouldn't give it and then tell I didn't like it Oh, it's gone now Never ask the preacher to hold your beer Oh, dearly beloved We are gathered up in here today To join in holy monogamony This dear feller And this ol' gal he brought with him The weddin' chapel couldn't get more packed The lovebirds were dressed in white and black The preacher turned to the groom and asked Him to slip the ring on her left hand He turned to his best man And said, "Hold my beer" "This won't take long" "And I want it back" "And I don't want it gone" "I trust you, buddy" "Here, hold my beer" I now pronounce you Y'all They cut the cake and they poured champagne They mock-paraded and formed a train They crashed right into the groom's old flame As she came crashin' in The new bride was kinda green And said, "Hold my beer" "This won't take long" "And I want it back" "And I don't want it gone" "I trust you, honey" "Here, hold my beer" When the catfight broke up, the band broke in Did some hagglin' and hankerin' some cash When somebody's cousin that nobody knew Yelled, "What's with this hill-billy crap?" You could've heard a pin drop And then, "Hold my beer" "This won't take long" "And I want it back" "And I don't want it gone" "Somebody, hold my beer" "This won't take long" "And I want it back" "And I don't want it gone" "I trust you, buddy" "Here, hold my beer" Ya, no, no, just hold it, no I wouldn't give it and then tell I didn't like it Oh, it's gone now Never ask the preacher to hold your beer