3.2
(Nat Keefe)


The grass is always bluer
On the other side of the fence
And you know love is always sweeter
When she gives you a second chance
We came in through Nevada
Mr. Two Peak got us here
And now we’d like to have a taste 
Of good Rocky Mountain beer

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I remember the sound of her sweet southern voice
As I jumped out the window and was gone
I remember the cool Colorado night
But there was something I forgot
In these big Rocky Mountains where there’s so much to do
It’s hard to get drunk on 3.2
If it’s CU Boulder or BYU
It’s hard to get drunk on 3.2

Some folks they joined the Peace Corps
Some work to ban landmines
Other folks help the world one bar at a time
My head is sober, my stomach’s full
To better serve the Lord
I’ll never be untrue when I’m drinking 3.2
Thanks to that state liquor board

(chorus)

If it’s CU Boulder or BYU
It’s hard to get drunk on 3.2
It’s hard to get drunk on 3.2
It’s expensive to get drunk on 3.2