Drink One for Me - Michael Ray

Somewhere in a small town there’s a bag gettin' packed

In a bedroom at the far end of a gravel cul de sac

Somewhere ridin' shotgun there’s some Army green fatigues

On a pin drop quiet drive with a tear in every seat

At that empty airport gate, there’s a soldier sayin', «Hey»

«Drink one for me, on Friday night

Throw 'em back and laugh and tip the band I like

Drink one for me, and remember why

I’m doin' what I’m doin' when you raise 'em high

While I’m where I need to be, drink one for me»

Somewhere in the static in a half a world away

There’s a tired voice on the phone sayin', «Everything's okay»

«And if that weather holds up go load up that boat of mine

Head on out to Flat Rock point and drop a couple lines

They say I’ll get home soon, but 'til I do»

«Drink one for me, on Friday night

Throw 'em back and laugh and tip the band I like

Drink one for me, and remember why

I’m doin' what I’m doin' when you raise 'em high

While I’m where I need to be, drink one for me»

Somewhere there’s a crowded corner downtown bar tonight

With a bunch of ice cold amber bottles raised in the neon light

«Drink one for me, on Friday night

Throw 'em back and laugh and tip the band I like

Drink one for me, and remember why

I’m doin' what I’m doin' when you raise 'em high

While I’m where I need to be, drink one for me»

Yeah drink one for me

Drink one for me

Drink one for me