| Lyrics: | 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 |
