man and me were at the bar
and we were having us some beers
and a swap and I don't care.
blond and red -haired chicks
and habits we ain't kicked
We talked about God's grace
and all the hell we raised
Then I heard the old man say
God is great, beer is good,
He said I fought two wars,
been married and divorced
What brings you to Old Mayo?
What all we put him through
Like two old boys will do
We pondered life and death
Said, these damn things will kill me yet
But God is great, and beer is good,
Last call, it's two a .m.,
I never talked to him again
His kids were mad as hell,
and me, well, I'm doing well
to just say thanks, I pray
And I said, God is great, and beer is good
God is great and beer is good
God is great and beer is good