About the Song

Toby Keith’s 2012 hit “I Like Girls That Drink Beer” is more than just a catchy country song; it’s a celebration of down-to-earth values and a rejection of superficiality. The song resonated with listeners who appreciate authenticity and find joy in simple pleasures.

The song opens with a straightforward declaration: “I like girls that drink beer.” This line immediately sets the stage for a celebration of women who are comfortable in their own skin and enjoy the simple things in life.

Keith goes on to contrast the “high-rise life” with the down-to-earth values he cherishes:

“You bought me a black tie suit and I ain’t wearin’ it Can’t be seen in that thing in my Lariat Ain’t goin’ down to the ball in your chariot This high rise life just ain’t for me.”

He emphasizes his preference for a simpler lifestyle and a woman who shares his values.

The repeated chorus, “I like girls that drink beer,” becomes a mantra, celebrating women who are genuine, unpretentious, and enjoy the company of a good beer. It’s a lighthearted yet meaningful statement about the qualities Keith finds attractive.

Musically, the song is a classic example of upbeat country music. The driving rhythm, catchy melody, and Keith’s signature vocals create a fun and energetic atmosphere. The use of traditional instruments like the banjo and fiddle further reinforces the song’s down-home feel.

“I Like Girls That Drink Beer” has become a popular choice for country music fans who appreciate its relatable message and celebration of authenticity. It serves as a reminder that true happiness often lies in finding someone who shares your values and enjoys the simple things in life.

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Lyrics: I Like Girls That Drink Beer

Bye bye baby I’m leaving
You can keep your mansion and your money
Your boat and your Benz and your uptown friends
And your country club that ain’t really country
I need a little down home lovin’
And a man ain’t gonna get it up here
Yeah I’ll find what I want in a honky tonk
I like girls that drink beerYou bought me a black tie suit and I ain’t wearin’ it
Can’t be seen in that thing in my Lariat
Ain’t goin’ down to the ball in your chariot
This high rise life just ain’t for meBye bye baby I’m leaving
Now you can keep your mansion and your money
Your boat and your Benz and your uptown friends
And your country club that ain’t really country
I need a little down home lovin’
And a man ain’t gonna get it up here
Hey I’ll find what I want in a honky tonk
I like girls that drink beerThere’s a two lane black top road and I’m a-hittin’ it
Skynard back son, let her fly just a-gettin’ it
Find me a little hot spot and just sit in it
Give me a mug of that ice cold brew
Get me a girl that’s got one tooBye bye baby I’m leaving
You can keep your mansion and your money
Your boat and your Benz and your uptown friends
And your country club that ain’t really country
I need a little down home lovin’
And a man ain’t gonna get it up here
Hey I’ll find what I want in a honky tonk
I like girls that drink beer

Hey I need a little down home lovin’
And a man ain’t gonna get it up here
Hey I’ll find what I want in a honky tonk
I like girls that drink beer
Yeah I’ll find what I want in a honky tonk
I like girls that drink beer

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