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(feat. George Jones)



Twenty-five minutes past quitting time

Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine

Paying no attention to them highway signs

Doing ninety miles an hour toward the county line

Quick sack, twelve pack, back again

It's a B-double-E-double-R-U-N



My 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

oh, it's a B-double-E-double-R-U-N



I can't stop thinking

What the hell they were drinking

When they made this county dry

I got a week long thirst

And to make it worse

Lord, it's my turn to drive



Laughing and a bragging and a carrying on

We loaded up the wagons and we headed home

I guess a 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

Like a B-double-E-double-R-U-N