Hold My Beer - Trace Adkins

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