Mike Aiken Bring Out The Bourbon Lyrics

I’ll bring out the bourbon, You can bring out the beer
You can tell me your story, of how you ended up here
We can drink all night and hang out all day
Expatriated Americans livin out the USA

Now I’m down here in Bocas, Just layin low
Off the coast of Panama, South of Mexico
Where the living's cheap, and the talk is too
Where you don’t know me, and I don’t know you

I’ll talk some trash and you can tell me some lies
Cause we both know that we can’t give up our alibis
But when that sun goes down and the jungle comes alive
Then we can tell each other exactly what’s on our minds

I like Gene Autry, the way he sings his tales
You like Roy Rogers and his sweetheart named Dale
The way they lived their lives up on the silver screen Out there in Hollywood in the American dream

I’ll talk some trash and you can tell me some lies
Cause we both know that we can’t give up our alibis
But when that sun goes down and the jungle comes alive
Then we can tell each other exactly what’s on our minds

And I’ll bring out the bourbon, you bring out the tea
Then you can tell me everything that’s wrong with me
We’ll put the cards on the table, let's get this right
We can solve all the problems, in the world tonight
We’ll put our cards on the table, and get this right
We can solve all the problems in the world tonight
We can solve all the problems in the world tonight