The boys sing about Nashville's drink of choice -- Fireball.

"Fireball"

They called. We came. We all met at the Tin Roof right around 5.
That happy hour two for one: Damn, it's such a good buy.
But don't you ever wish we could have a couple drinks and everybody go home?
Just a couple beers till rush hour traffic clears and everybody go home.

But somebody bought us Fireball.
And we would drink it all night long.
We never stood a chance at all.
The Fireball, it wrecked me. The Fireball, it wrecked me.

Round one, round two, round three, round four.
I should've been home chillin' with my girl.
But, nah, we drank every drop.
Don't you ever wish we could have a couple drinks and everybody go home?

I never meant to drink all night.
I just wanted to hang out with friends.
But the Fireball struck again.
Don't you ever wish we could have a couple drinks and everybody go home?