Livingston County Pub Crawl Tshirt

Almost 48 hours to go until the Livingston County Pub Crawl kicks off! My husband Mike and I have planned a mobile party for friends and family, to show them around our neck of the woods. A stretch Hummer will take us to five pubs in the area, including a stop at the Dam Site Inn in Hell, Michigan. I designed the commemorative tshirts, which were printed by MY FAVORITE T-SHIRT PRINTERS: Ann Arbor Tshirt Company. Here’s a preview:

It's on...the Livingston County Pub Crawl is almost here!

Now, I’d like to address just the ladies that will be attending the Pub Crawl. To help get in the mood and aspire to the proper Livingston County attitude, I’ve assembled a selection of songs to set the tone. Feel free to vote by comment below for your nomination for Pub Crawl theme. (Guys, you’re welcome to comment too, but your vote won’t apply in this jurisdiction.)

Song 1: Hell on Heels, Pistol Annies

Lyrics to Hell on Heels :

Song 2: Bad Example

Bad Example lyrics

Somebody had to set a bad example
Teach all the prime and propers
what not to do
Nobody round here wants to ramble
What the hell that was I’s born to do

Those swanky big brick houses don’t amuse me
I live in a trailer,
but I drive a Cadillac
I ain’t never tried to impress nobody
Cause my honk if you horn sticker on the back?

Somebody had to set a bad example
Teach all the prime and propers
what not to do
Nobody round here wants to ramble
What the hell that was I’s born to do

All the girls that I grew up with went to college
Their rich daddies bought them a degree
But, I’m a third generation bartender
Yeah and I like livin’ from a tip jar,
from week to week

Somebody had to set a bad example
Teach all the prime and propers
what not to do
Nobody round here wants to ramble
What the hell that was I’s born to do

Song 3: Takin’ Pills

Takin’ Pills lyrics

She’s on the highest dose of prozac a woman can take
she likes to pop her a pain pills
with every little ache
shes got a Tennessee mountain point of view
if you’re going to have one might as well have two

Raised up right in the hills of Kentucky
although she aint gonna smile till she lights up a lucky
no filter on her mouth or her cigarettes
baby what you’re looking at is what you get

We owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
the gas lights blinkin on our broke down van
living off truck stop burgers and fries
crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
well who in the hells gonna pay these bills?

Ones drinking, ones smoking, ones taking pills

Well shes a rootin’ tootin’ pistol from the lonestar state
she mixes up a double at the break of every day
she might get crazy but she don’t get mean
till some drunk cowboy asks her to sing

We owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
the gas lights blinkin on our broke down van
living off truck stop burgers and fries
crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
well who in the hells gonna pay these bills?

Ones drinking, ones smoking, ones taking pills

Well we aint shamed of who we are
we like fast men and cheap guitars
ain’t trying to get rich, just tryin’ get by
by playin’ for tips on a Saturday night

Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
the gas lights blinkin on our broke down van
living off truck stop burgers and fries
crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
well who in the hells gonna pay these bills?

Ones drinking, ones Smoking, ones taking pills

Ahhhhhhh yeehaw