I see main street closing 
Miles of "for sale" signs 
And them fields ain't growing 
Fast enough to get us by 
I feel the sweet red leaves, 
Of a friday night 
For a couple of hours we [bad word] this town 
Till [bad word] dry 

Tip it on back, make it feel good 
Sip a little more then you think you should 
Let the smoke roll, over your lips 
Let it all go whatever it is 
And tip it on back 

So grab the girl you came with 
And set her world on fire 
And watch her sway and singing to the music 
Until it's all alright 
Yeah 

Tip it on back, make it feel good 
Sip a little more then you think you should 
Let the smoke roll, over your lips 
Let it all go whatever it is 
And tip it on back 

I don't wanna lose this feeling 
And I don't wanna close my eyes 
I don't wanna remember what I'm here to forget tonight 

Tip it on back 
Tip it on back, make it feel good 
Sip a little more then you think you should 
Let the smoke roll, over your lips 
Let it all go whatever it is 
And tip it on back 
Tip it on back 
Yeah 
I don't wanna lose this feeling 
I don't wanna close my eyes 
I don't wanna remember what I'm here to forget tonight 
So tip it on back 
Just tip it on back 

Feel the sweet release of a friday night 
For a couple of hours we [bad word] this town 
Till [bad word] dry 
Tip it on back