b-double-e-double-r-u-n.)

(Yeaaaaaaaieee)

(Look Out)



Twenty five minutes past quittin' time

Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine

Payin' no attention to them highway signs

Doing 90 miles an hour towards the county line

Quick sack, twelve pack, back again

It's a b-double-e-double-r-u-n.



Our buddies and their babies letting down their hair

As long as we're together it don't matter where

Ain't got a lot of money, but we just don't care

Knowing half the fun is in the getting there

Aztec, long necks, paychecks spent

Oohh, it's a b-double-e-double-r-u-n.



I can't stop thinking

what the hell they were drinkin

When they made this county drive

I got a week long thirst, and to make it worse

Lord, it's my turn to drive



Laughin, and bragging, and a carrying on

We loaded up the wagons and we headed home

I guess half a dozen cases doesn't last that long

Come tomorrow morning it'll be all gone

Then, it's turn around, leave town, sounds again

Like a b-double-e-double-r-u-n.

Heeeyy, like a b-double-e-double-r-u-n.



(Hey)

(Hey, Come on Garth, lets get in the truck)

(Okay, but i'm driving