23 (Steel Mix)

Gettin' Old

Where the Wild Things Are

🍻 This Rowdy Life is a cheeky, boisterous pub-folk anthem packed with spilled drinks, stolen kisses, lost bets, and unapologetic joy. Backed by fingerstyle guitar, fiddle, and stomping rhythm, the track blends humor and heart in a singalong that feels right at home on a sticky bar floor at 2AM.

Recorded with gang vocals, shout-along choruses, and a big "Hey, ho, one more round!" energy, it's both a celebration of chaos and a wink at those who’ve lived it.

Featuring call-and-response, echo lines, crowd chants, and a warm acoustic finish, This Rowdy Life captures the mess, mischief, and magic of nights you remember just enough to laugh at in the morning.

Raise your pint, spill your secrets, and join in — no regrets.

Like and repost if you enjoy: folk punk, Irish drinking songs, sea shanties, rowdy pub chants, acoustic tavern storytelling.

[LYRICS]

Woke up in boots that aren’t me size,
A barmaid winks with wicked eyes.
Cards on the floor, the table’s tipped,
Rum’s on me shirt from where I sipped.

Last night I kissed a lass or two,
One laughed and said, “Well fancy you!”
She pulled up close and pinched me hat
Then took me chips, just like that.

Hey, ho, one more round, our chips were lost without a toss
Our rum was spilt, aye! and table flipped.

We called it luck and let it slip.

Raise your glasses, stomp the floor!
Sing it loud, then shout for more!
Spill your secrets, spill your ale
This rowdy life was made to fail!

The bouncer’s shoutin’, I’m long gone—
I darted left, me coat was pawned.
I won some pride and lost me coin—
But chaos, love, and I still join.

Moon still high, me brain’s a fog,
Me pal’s out barkin’ like a dog.
A lass just flashed a wicked grin—
And said, “Let’s see if you can spin.”

I danced atop the sticky bar,
Got dared to kiss a lass named Mar.
She slapped me face, then poured a brew—
Said, “That’s for charmin’ half the crew!”

The floorboards creak, the lights burn low,
We’re tales the barkeep shouldn’t know.
I’ve got no map, but still I steer—
With reckless joy and flat warm beer.

Raise your pint and stomp once more!
Life’s too cracked to keep the score!
Spill your secrets, spill your pain
Then drink and dance and love again!

Who’s got regrets? Not me, not now!
Not me, not now!

We broke the rules and lived somehow!
Lived somehow!

This rowdy life won’t treat you kind
But aye, it’s the finest you will find!

Where the Wild Things Are

Luke Combs