Riley Green Delivers Barroom Bops and Heartfelt Tributes on “Think As You Drunk“
Neon lights and slurred barroom logic collide in the ultimate summer anthem. Serving as a massive preview for his massive 19-track album That’s Just Me, Riley Green sent “Think As You Drunk” rocking straight to country radio.
Co-written with heavyweights like Jessi Alexander and produced by the legendary Dann Huff, this high-energy country music 2026 masterpiece is a riotous, fiddle-soaked tribute to the late Toby Keith.
The hook flips a classic phrase entirely on its head, following a hilarious narrator shouting, “I ain’t as think as you drunk I am.” It gets wild fast. The instrumental layers traditional steel guitar, rowdy piano, and driving electric riffs, but the true magic lives in the coda.
The track cleverly interpolates Keith’s iconic smash “As Good as I Once Was,” weaving the late icon’s actual vocals into the closing moments for a beautiful, toast-worthy nod.
Visually, the official music video captures this exact chaos, tracking Riley Green in a comedic standoff with a bartender before regular patrons raise a red Solo cup to a photo of Keith.
Even better, a portion of the proceeds directly supports the Toby Keith Foundation for pediatric cancer. Turn it up. Stream it right now on all platforms.
Quotable Lyrics:
Just who the hell do you think you are?
I pay the light bill in this bar
Hey, what you mean you’re gonna cut me off?
Just shut up and give me that beer I bought
Or who put this lipstick on my cheek
I know I might come off whiskey-bent
You’re probably thinkin’ I’m three sheets to the wind
But I ain’t as think as you drunk I am
Don’t pay no mind to this mountain of crushed-up cans
No, I can’t say my CBAs
And I know I can’t stand or sit
But if I was hammered, could I dance like this?
But I ain’t as think as you drunk I am
Honey, to be honest, I had me a few
And I mighta danced with a cowgirl or two
I might left my left boot at the bar
You mighta seen me layin’ out in the yard
Don’t pay no mind to this mountain of crushed-up cans
No, I can’t say my CBAs
And I know I can’t stand or sit
But if I was hammerеd, could I dance like this?
Might have a cold one in each hand
But I ain’t as think as you drunk I am
Well, I mighta started drinkin’ at noon
But this honky tonk don’t close ’til 2
Don’t pay no mind to this mountain of crushed-up cans
No, I can’t say my CBAs
But I can sing you every song that jukebox plays
But if I was wasted, could I dance like this?
Might have a cold one in each hand
Might have a cold one in all three hands
But I ain’t as think as you drunk I am
