Buy That Man A Beer - Jon Pardi

If he’s got a dusty old cowboy hat

If he won a buckle ridin' on a bull’s back

If he’s broken bones you didn’t know you had

Buy that man a beer

If he left home when he turned eighteen

If he earned his stripes when he stormed a beach

If he can’t forget about the things he’s seen

Buy that man a beer

Order up an ice-cold longneck, slide it on down

Oughta be a line out the door to buy him a round

Pull up a stool and lend him an ear

Hear a story that’ll bring you to tears

Buy that man a beer

If he plays guitar every Saturday night

If there’s a song that’s about a goodbye

He’s learned every lick and lived every line

Buy that man a beer

Order up an ice-cold longneck, slide it on down

Oughta be a line out the door to buy him a round

Pull up a stool and lend him an ear

Hear a story that’ll bring you to tears

Buy that man a beer

Order up an ice-cold longneck, slide it on down

Oughta be a line out the door to buy him a round

If you ever get the chance

To belly-up with someone like that

Order up an ice-cold longneck, slide it on down

Oughta be a line out the door to buy him a round

Pull up a stool and lend him an ear

Hear a story that’ll bring you to tears

Buy that man a beer

Yeah, buy that man a beer